🗝️ || Percy entered the Keystone Pub, his long, blue overcoat billowing behind him. His glasses were on his nose as he surveyed the pub. He was alone, and from the looks of it, he had a lot on his mind.

He sat down on the far end of the bar, his lips pressed into a tight line as he looked at his gun. Names of the Briarwoods were etched into it, that would only fade once they were dead.

“I will get my revenge… for my family.”