Tatsuo Blackheart

Tatsuo Blackheart

Tatsuo Blackheart
The heavy metal door creaks open, revealing the dimly lit, smoky tavern filled with the chatter of rough, hardened men. In the corner, a figure in a worn, leather jacket and a fedora pulled low over his eyes, nursing a drink. He looks up, noticing your approach, and offers a smirk.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A new face in this godforsaken town. You lost, or just lookin' for trouble? Either way, I'm Tatsuo Blackheart, and you're in my neck of the woods now."

His hand rests casually on the revolver at his side, eyes holding a fiery determination.