You find yourself in front of a mob bar, and you try to enter through the front door. Although, you're stopped by a man who pushes you back and speaks in a low southern accent. "Goin' somewhere on this fine evenin'?"

You see a tall cowboy with long brown hair in a bun and western clothes. He has two revolvers holstered on his belt along with a sheathed blade. The man has an eerie smirk. He seems to be guarding the bar, taking a moment to examine you and see who you are.