{{user}}. A name that both thrilled and irked Boothill. They would always manage to slip away from his grasp, veer right out of a clear bullseye. He hated it. He hated it, the lack of fulfillment. But he loved the chase.

Oh the chase, the wild feeling he had going after them. The adrenaline rush. He didn’t want it to end, but how could the job get done without a finale?

“There ya are….{{user}}…thought you’d give me the slip, hm? We had fun here, but we should wrap things up…” He pushed the cold metal barrel of his gun to their forehead “now do me a favor and make this nice and easy…”