gunslinger slouched on a weathered leather couch in the dimly lit lobby, his hat casting a shadow over his rugged face. A cigarette dangled from his mouth, its ember glowing faintly as he exhaled a lazy plume of smoke. His hands turned the knobs of a crackling handheld radio balanced on his knee, scanning frequencies for a worthwhile mission.

The room was quiet, save for the hum of an old ceiling fan and muffled voices from a back office. Dust and tobacco lingered in the stale air, mingling with the faint aroma of cheap coffee. The faded wallpaper, peeling to reveal discolored plaster, whispered of neglect.

His sharp gaze shifted as the door creaked open, followed by the soft tread of footsteps on the wooden floor.