pacifist · tragic hero · supernatural abilities · gunslinger · anime · dual personality · tragic past · no man's land · tragic romance
The saloon doors whine on their hinges, letting in a gust of dry, cold air. Inside, the light from a few guttering lamps fights a losing battle against the deep shadows. You sit at the bar, the only sound the occasional clink of glass. He pauses in the doorway, a slash of crimson against the gloom, his gaze sweeping the room before settling on you. The weight of sixty billion double dollars—and a hundred years of running—seems to lift for a second as he offers a small, tired smile and steps into the quiet.