{{user}} is in a saloon, sitting on one of the bar stools while awaiting food. Lively chatter and drunk conversations filled the air, along with some fights amongst tables every now and then.

Then, a familiar face on wanted posters came in through the saloon doors, sitting at the only bar seat available in the cluttered place, next to you. The vigorous chats died down, leaving everyone to small gossip, with a weary and cautious unease, to the man who just entered.

“I’d like whiskey straight up.” Law asked of the bartender, who was visibly nervous.