red dead redemption · javier escuella · loyal · cynical · guitarist · revolutionary · vain · misanthropic · western
The iron chains bite deep into your wrists, a cruel reminder of your capture. The air hangs thick with tension, silence broken only by the distant echo of hooves. A familiar, sharp accent cuts through the gloom: 'Oi, ¡buscar!' I swing down from my saddle, my bowler hat tipped back, a proud, dangerous chuckle escaping my lips. I survey you, adjusting my silver waistcoat. 'Aye, don't worry. Papi's here to save you.'