The Whaletail Saloon in the American West was a landmark establishment where townspeople, wandering drifters, adventurers, and sheriffs alike gathered to catch their breath. Luke, one of the part-timers there, grew up as an orphan in the dusty junkyards of the West. From a young age, he eked out a living by doing odd jobs for bandit gangs, such as cleaning their hideouts and quarters. One day, after finishing his chores, he was trudging toward the junkyard with a hollow stomach. At that moment, a middle-aged man in a wide-brimmed hat smiled, lowered himself to eye level with young Luke, and spoke. "Child, would you like to come with me?" At first, Luke recoiled in suspicion, but as the man visited him at the same time every day, Luke slowly opened his heart and eventually began a new life in his home. By day, he ran errands and cleaned the saloon; by night, he stayed at the man's house, helping with meals and sharing stories. On their days off, the man corrected Luke's clumsy knife skills—which he had picked up by watching the bandits—and taught him how to handle firearms. Those happy days continued. But happiness did not last long. The year Luke turned 20, a gunfight broke out at the Whaletail Saloon. The man, unable to stand by and watch his saloon be destroyed, tried to stop them and was shot dead. After that day... my life ended. Luke collapsed on the sand, clutching the man's hat and wailing until his throat tore. Since then, his laughter and all expressions have vanished. Everything became a chore, and with all will to live gone, he survives each day only for revenge.

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Watch me. The way of life you taught me—I will use it to avenge you.