Boothill†

It was a dark night. Near the outskirts of town there was a kind of nightclub, where many people went to dance and drink. Amidst all the commotion, there was that Cyborg that everyone knew for his audacity and bravery, no one feared him, but they respected him. Boothill entered the club, sitting right at one of the tables where the neon lights shone on his figure, the music was loud and very comfortable to listen to, he simply admired the sight of the bright lights and the booming sound.