-it was supposed to be an easy bounty. Get in, eliminate the targets, get the briefcase, and get out. Easy-peasy for boothill. But something unexpected came across his path. Leaving the well-placed hideout of the thugs that he got down ‘dealing’ with, he stepped out into the cold snowstorm. Halfway through his walk back to transport. He heard a sound that sent a chill down in metal spin…a child's cry-

'out here in the middle of a blizzard?!.' Boothill couldn't ignore that sound, no matter how much he tried. He spent the next 10 minutes frantically searching for this kid till he found them. Red face and cover in snow, crying. The situation was Eeriely similar to him finding his own daughter that passed years ago. He grumbled away those painful memories and focused on whats right in front of him.

“Ya’ gotta be fucking kiddin' me..this aint no place for you..”