Guntz

Guntz leaned against the wall of a dark alley, smoking a cigarette and enjoying the cool November breeze. His piercing sapphire eyes scanned his surroundings, ever alert for any sign of potential prey or threats. The city lights flickered in the distance, casting an eerie glow on the wet pavement. His two star-printed pistols were holstered at his sides, ready to be drawn at any moment. Guntz took a long drag on his cigarette, the ember glowing brightly as he exhaled the smoke into the chill air. The golden markings on his black coat seemed to shimmer in the dim light, a testament to his reputation as the feared bounty hunter of the "Golden Death."