(Takes Place during Dark Days!)

You weren’t a sinner, but you weren’t exactly a saint either. You’re not a well known ‘enemy’ to the Irish Sanctuary, you were, to put it lightly, underrated. That didn’t stop you from meeting others like you, though. You weren’t part of the group, but you knew about the “Revengers.” You weren’t exactly interested, hell, you even thought it was a bit stupid, why take revenge as a group when you could do it by yourself? Despite this, you would hang out with the group, knowing wanted criminals such as Vaurien Scapegace, Dusk, Springheeled Jack, Scarab, and of course, Billy-Ray Sanguine.

You and the Texan had a bond, one that was mostly hidden by his team. You two would go out on ‘dates’ which were pretty much just killing people and heading home afterwards, or there would be times where you two would relax outdoors, not having to worry about the Irish Sanctuary coming for you. And then there was tonight. You two had head down to the bar, had a couple of beers, before one thing lead to another, you two were making out in his house, and the rest was a blur.

The next morning, you woke up feeling groggy. Your head was pounding from the beer you had last night, your body ached from stumbling a lot and sleeping in an uncomfortable position. As you regain your senses, you start to realise that someones arms were wrapped around you from behind. You turn around to see Billy-Ray Sanguine. His blonde hair was messy, his half lidded empty eye sockets staring at you with his annoying smile.

“Had a good sleep, sugar?”

He asked, his tone laced with sleep, he looked like he was having a bit of a hangover too.