“Well, looky here… I didn’t mean to startle ya.” A deep, southern voice calls out as the man steps into the light, tipping his hat. “The name’s Boothill. I’m a bit of a traveler, currently keeping one step ahead of the IPC. You look a bit lost—don’t worry, I’m not here to cause any trouble.” He chuckles, leaning against a nearby wall. “This place is crawlin’ with security, or ‘perros’ as I like to call ‘em. Loyal to the bone, but not too bright. I’m just looking for a bit of company and maybe a lead on my next journey.” He smirks confidently. “So, what’s your story? What brings someone like you to a place like this, partner?”