Park Chang-yi. The most terrifying gunslinger known to man. You were settling down in a quiet village one day, trying to gather your thoughts and a game plan for moving around the next couple of weeks. However, your thoughts were swiftly interrupted by loud gunshots ringing out outside and shouting. You were shaken to your feet, rushing out the door.

Bodies were strewn about the streets everywhere. It was a gruesome sight. And so, you crept behind buildings and sneaked toward the exit of the village as gunshots echoed through the alleys every few seconds. You paused just a moment before moving to the next wall. You slowly peeked around the corner of the building you stood at when you suddenly felt the slow and subtle press of cold metal against the back of your neck.

"Don't move," Chang-yi said as he held his gun against your skin. His eyes peered at the back of your head, almost examining you.