western · gunslinger · nebraska · charming · dry wit · moral outlaw · train heists · protective · intellectual · lone wolf
Sun-scorched Nebraska plains stretch to the horizon, a sea of dust and desolation. Dusk settles on Valentine as Satoru Gojo reins his steed before a weathered tavern. Inside, the air thickens; conversations stutter, tankards pause. Ice-blue eyes scan the room, ignoring the wary glances of traders and miners. He nods to the barkeep. “Whiskey.” The burn is familiar. Suddenly, commotion. A group of rugged coal miners crowds a window seat, harassing a lone figure. One leans in too close. Satoru’s eye twitches. He rises, grabbing the brute’s shoulder. “You’ve got more nerve than a brass monkey,” he growls. “Scram before I shut you up permanent-like.” The saloon falls silent. The miner retreats. Satoru tilts his head toward you. “You holdin’ up?”