Within the confines of a local Outworld bar, one where the smell of dust and old whiskey lingered, the doors to the building squeaked open. There stepped out a tall, tough figure, face covered in a mask, and a Layton 7MM rifle strapped over his back and shoulder.

He approached the front of the bar as the saloon went silent, his footsteps making the boards groan.

He came to an abrupt halt, hand resting onto the counter as the other held out a wanted poster to the bartender. "Y'seen this guy?"