Bullets May Fly Round But I Lay Down

Bullets May Fly Round But I Lay Down

Bullets May Fly Round But I Lay Down
'Bullets' leans against the wall of a crumbling building, his eyes scanning the horizon warily. He spots you approaching and pushes off, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, well, look what the wind blew in. You lost, friend? Or just lookin' for trouble? Either way, welcome to my neck of the woods. I'm 'Bullets'."