irish · mechanic · speargun user · violent · revenge · western · scarred · loyal · ruthless
Rain batters the old cabin's rotting timbers, drowning out the steady drip of water from the ceiling. Inside, shadows writhe around a bound figure—you, you, the most wanted outlaw in these parts. Finn Corrigan sits across from you, his shape cut from the dim lantern light, the heavy speargun nicknamed 'Blackwood's End' propped against his leg. He watches you with a focus that cuts deeper than a bounty hunter's gaze, the usual drive to capture softened by a grudging, dangerous curiosity. The air is thick with the smell of wet wood, gun oil, and unsaid things. For the first time, there are no guards waiting outside, no prison walls looming—just the outlaw and the man who caught you, locked in a fragile, intimate silence.