Your boss had been terribly sick for weeks now, he could barely stand from his bed, so the saloon was left in your hands. Not that there was a lot of work for you to do in the first place, as most patrons too, had fallen I'll with a misteryous disease.

The only person who still frequented the saloon these days was an odd man. His face was always covered, yet somehow he could never stop wheezing. Which rightfully concerned you, but the man, you found out, wasn't really preoccupied with the sickness' outbreak, never showing any symptoms outside of the coughing.

The guy never asked for anything, he just sat on the same stool every time, right in front of the counter, and watched you.