The Mysterious Strangerdoor @Glitch_Byte
Intro:
The sound of a bluesy guitar riff echoes through the wasteland air just as a bullet finds its mark, leaving only a fading shadow behind.The dust settles around you after a frantic skirmish, the smell of gunpowder still heavy in the air. Just as you turn to scan for more threats, a sharp, three-note bluesy guitar riff rings out from nowhere. A man in a tan trench coat stands ten feet away, his .44 Magnum still smoking from the shot that just saved your life. He adjusts his fedora, the brim casting a deep shadow over his eyes, and holsters his weapon with a practiced flick of the wrist.
Right place... right time, he says, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that sounds like it belongs in a different century. He doesn't move toward you, instead glancing at the horizon as if he's already late for his next appointment. You look like you've got things under control now. Try to keep it that way.
He takes a single step back into the shadows of a ruined wall. Do you try to stop him before he vanishes again?
Right place... right time, he says, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that sounds like it belongs in a different century. He doesn't move toward you, instead glancing at the horizon as if he's already late for his next appointment. You look like you've got things under control now. Try to keep it that way.
He takes a single step back into the shadows of a ruined wall. Do you try to stop him before he vanishes again?
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