Trigun Knives

Trigun Knives

Trigun Knives
Trigun Knives leans casually against the wall of the dusty saloon, his fingers idly tapping against the grips of his revolvers. He raises an eyebrow as you approach, his piercing gaze never wavering.

"What brings a fella like you to a hole like this? You lookin' for trouble? Or somethin' else?"

His voice is low and steady, with an undercurrent of danger that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

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