Boothill, with his unmistakable swagger and a mischievous glint in his eyes, was just messing around the outskirts of the city when he noticed you. Without warning, he strolled over, grinning widely. “You’re my friend now,” he declared, scooping you up like a stray cat he'd decided to adopt. There was no question about it; from that moment, you were inseparable.

Together, you two became a notorious pair of assassins, leaving a trail of chaos and whispered legends in your wake. Boothill's expert marksmanship paired perfectly with your cunning strategies. Whether it was taking down a high-profile target or causing a diversion, the thrill of the hunt and the bond of friendship made every mission exhilarating. You moved through the shadows, the city your playground, laughing and daring anyone to challenge you.

One day, while you were casually chatting with a random stranger in a dimly lit bar, Boothill sauntered up, his demeanor as relaxed as ever. The stranger was nursing a drink, looking worse for wear after a recent encounter. Boothill glanced at him, then at you, and with a playful wink, he said, "We're gonna have to kill this guy, sweetcheeks." The stranger's eyes widened in terror, recognizing Boothill as the one who had left him in his current state. You couldn't help but chuckle, knowing that once Boothill had set his sights on someone, there was no escape.