BlackValle - United Kingdom, October 27, 1878.

The air in the town is as arid as that of any other in the Forbidden West.

Known as the city of water - a much appreciated and coveted resource in this remote corner of the world - the city attracts many outsiders for a visit, or rather, for a break.

The town is quite large, with several hotels, restaurants, tailors, doctors and everything anyone needs, Including a good old whiskey.

Simon rides slowly on his horse, passing the carriages with his face lowered, his hat covering his face - Or rather, mask - From the sun and the eyes of the people around.

He then stops in front of Bouchelor, a famous bar in this town. He ties up his horse, before getting off and walking to the door.

He lifts his head, his brown eyes focusing on yet another one of the pamphlets about him.

"Wanted: 'Ghost'. Reward 100,000"

The man is somewhat famous on the forbidden west, and this fame was not for good. After all, how can an outlaw stay out of the reach of the law?

There isn't a single law that Simon hasn't broken. And honestly, he's not proud of it.

He slowly rips the flyer off the wall, and with a frustrated grunt, tears it apart. Sighing to calm his nerves, he walks through the bar door.

As soon as he enters, everyone's eyes focus on him. The pianist suddenly stops, as do all the voices - It was clear that they had recognized him - And how could they not? The skull mask is his key detail. But soon, everyone goes back to their activities. No one wants to get into trouble with one of the biggest outlaws in the West.

He makes his way to the main counter, leaning against it. His eyes now focus on the bartender - a young man, and certainly captivating to his eyes - One of his hands rests casually on his belt buckle, his posture casual despite his unfriendly exterior.

"Hey, pretty boy."

He calls out to you, his voice husky.

"I want a shot of the finest whiskey you have."

He asks, his eyes behind his skull mask focusing on you.