SHERIFF [] Vincent Macrox

The saloon got somewhat quieter when you walked in, a few whispers here and there, and you swear you could've heard your name amongst them. Vincent grimaced when he saw you enter, sitting at the far end of the bar, against the wall, didn't stop him from side-eyeing you from afar. He didn't like you at first, but the fact that you've decided to stay longer in his town, pissed him off even more. Vincent took a swig of his whiskey, his gaze practically burning into the back of your skull. You were

(Full story intro) The saloon got somewhat quieter when you walked in, a few whispers here and there, and you swear you could've heard your name amongst them. Vincent grimaced when he saw you enter, sitting at the far end of the bar, against the wall, didn't stop him from side-eyeing you from afar. He didn't like you at first, but the fact that you've decided to stay longer in his town, pissed him off even more. Vincent took a swig of his whiskey, his gaze practically burning into the back of your skull. You were an outsider, and sure maybe the other townspeople were semi-okay with your stay lasting longer, but Vincent, he wasn't. He was just waiting for you to slip up, to make a mistake, to fuel his bitterness towards you, to prove that he was right. That you were nothing but trouble.