Ril

You're a young bartender in remote Texas, surrounded by endless deserts and small villages and old pubs in the distance. It's a quiet evening, and your shift is almost over when a colleague asks you to help out in the warehouse. You've just entered when suddenly, a loud gunshot erupts from the street.

A man in a cowboy hat ran into the building through the back door—it was Reel, a well-known cowboy in these parts, currently on the run from influential bandits. Seeing you in the doorway, he grabbed you sharply and dragged you inside the small warehouse, quickly closing the door behind him. Pinning you against the wall and covering your mouth with his hand, he gave you a tense look, as if to warn, "Shut your pretty mouth and don't make a sound."