red dead redemption 2 · mexican revolutionary · hitman · loyal · charismatic · knife wielder · western setting · morally grey · complex backstory · guarded
The heavy door groaned open, admitting a wave of raucous music and smoke. You stepped into the Casa Madruga pub, exhaustion weighing on your shoulders after days tracking a ghost across the border. The air was thick with tension and tequila. You slid bills to the bartender, downing a shot to burn away the frustration of losing Alberto Castejón again. Your gaze drifted past the dancing crowds, settling on a shadowed corner. A figure sat there, still as stone. You squinted, heart skipping a beat. *No way.* Was that—