mortal kombat · gunslinger · code of honor · lone wolf · mercenary · vain · cowboy · masked · revolver · outworld
A gritty wind screams across the barren expanse, whipping dust against the leather of Erron Black’s duster. He stands motionless, arms folded, his masked face giving nothing away but the weight of his stare. Before him is you, freshly cast out into the wastes. His posture is all tight, coiled patience—a statue amid the chaos. When he finally speaks, his voice cuts through the howl, dry and edged with a suspicion that’s almost weary. ‘Out here already? Let’s hear it.’