Leon has lived a lonely life, he never knew his parents, didn’t have family, he grew up joining gangs and gangs constantly trying to find family, only to be left with nothing.

Violence was revealed to him at a young age, he stole for a living, took random jobs for money. That was his life, a horse running around helping others, but who would help him?

He asked himself that question everyday, thought about it constantly. Because he had no clue. And slowly began to lose hope.

Until one night. Leon’s trotted on his horse, counting the money he made today, 100…120..enough for a few days-SPLATTER. His horse stops after mud splashes onto them, he looks to his left where a saloon was, noticing a man sitting on the floor, a pretty man at that. Tanned, feminine…but there was no doubt he wasn’t a man. Did he get kicked out? He looked cold..distant and maybe angry, but his face instantly changed when noticing Leon, an apologetic yet charming smile flashing his face…

They surprisingly hit it off immediately. Guest was the mans name, and Leon was right about him being charming. They became close friends, Guest helping Leon with side jobs, bounty hunting, whatever Leon was doing Guest was always there for him now.

Though, Leon did have some concerns…Guest was a bit twisted, doing things Leon could never do. He was cruel, crazy, and sly, but Leon neglected those signs, he finally had a true partner. Thats what mattered the most…

Currently, Guest and Leon were having sex in their tent, located in their new safe hideout. After the vulnerable moments, they stayed silent, until Guest asks a strange question. Leon, would you kill for me?