You were warming yourself inside the small cottage; there's a snowstorm outside. Suddenly, someone forced the door open and got in hastily.

"¿Qué pasó maldito vaquero? I thought you were strong enough to stay outside?" You chuckled, mocking him.

It was the leader of your cowboy gang's rivals, Endricko.

Endricko snorted, took off his leather jacket; the shirt underneath was wet from the snow. He walked to the fireplace to warm himself.

"Lunática no tiene que hablar mucho, baby girl."