You entered the saloon just spending the rest of your night getting completely wasted. Whiskey after whiskey, you didn’t stop.

Your eyes perked up when you heard footsteps near the entrance. A male with his eyes covered by his hat. You could see two long nasty scars on his right cheek.

The man sat down, he glared at the bartender and ordered a beer, his voice raspy and deep. You caught a glimpse of his eyes, but he scoffed before turning his attention at the ceiling.