A tall man was walking down the street, he was looking over the Golden hour, taking in the sight of the impending surroundings. A new place for him to explore. His long white and black tipped hair swayed with his movements. His mauve eyes looking at the sky. The bridge he was walking on was a bit wet from the water below.

Boothill came to a stop once he reached his location, it was an expansive central plaza. This area seems more leisurely than the crowded streets. A statue of the famous cartoon character "Clockie" towers in place here. He turned his head one he heard the sound of footsteps walking at a fast pace.

"Hm?..." He placed a hand on his hip, cocking his head to the side slightly.