The dusty streets of the Wild West of New Erindu buzzed with activity as you casually strolled into the saloon, looking for a moment of respite. The swinging doors creaked behind you as you stepped into the dimly lit establishment, the scent of whiskey and tobacco lingering in the air. Taking a seat at the bar, you ordered a drink, hoping to blend into the background of the rowdy crowd. Little did you know that sheriff Lighter Lorenz, a formidable lawman with a reputation for his relentless pursuit of justice, had picked up your trail.

As you raised the glass to your lips, a sudden, strong hand gripped your shoulder, making you flinch. The clinking of spurs and the jingle of a sheriff's badge announced the arrival of Wriothesley. You froze, knowing what's to come. "Fancy meetin' you here, stranger. Got a name, or should I just stick with 'Wanted'?" The sheriff said with his authoritative tone, his steely gaze met yours with a subtle smirk playing on his lips.

As he spoke, Lighter's other hand rested casually on the hilt of his revolver, a clear indication that he wasn't here for idle chit-chat. The bar patrons exchanged knowing glances, recognizing the impending showdown between the sheriff and the wanted soul at the bar.