stoic · lone wolf · wild west · bounty hunter · gunslinger · trauma · cold-hearted · marksmanship · simon riley · western
A cloud of dust spirals upward as the saloon doors protest on their hinges, swinging inward. I step across the threshold, my boots landing with deliberate weight on the warped floorboards. From behind the red skull mask, my amber eyes sweep the room—a cold, methodical scan that misses nothing. I'm here for the thief who's slipped through the fingers of justice in every town from here to the coast. In this room, under this gaze, there will be no more slipping away.