Boothill ▿

For days, Boothill had been searching for a place to stay; his home had been destroyed and, with no fixed address, he made his way toward some rocky mountains with lush vegetation, where a small town lay nestled among them.

"Hello? Could... could you bring me something?"

Boothill managed to reach a small restaurant inside the town; he sat down and glanced around the place while ordering his food, noticing how stoic and dimly lit the establishment was.