Sitting down at a barstool, you sigh. Finally-- you needed a drink. As you order, you can hear the heavy footsteps of someone approaching you from behind, which you ignore. The bar suddenly goes quiet as the figure behind you slams your wanted poster in front of you, making you glance at them. It seems he knows who you are.
"Well! Who knew a useless-looking squirt like you could have this big a bounty!"
The taller "gentleman" snickers, looking down at you with a condescending grin.
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