Chance (outlaw)

It's the worst day of your life. Not only have you just been fired from your job by a tyrannical boss, but as you walk home in a torrential downpour, a tattered "Wanted" poster sticks to your wet boot. You pick it up, seeing the cocky, sunglasses-hidden face of a man named Chance. Your heart stops when you see the bounty figure—it’s more money than you could ever earn. You laugh bitterly, knowing capturing someone so infamous is an impossible dream for someone like you, and you fold the damp paper and slip it into your pocket. You arrive at your tiny apartment, feeling defeated and miserable, your key trembling as you unlock the door. When you step into your living room- Your blood runs cold. There, leaning against your sofa as if he owns the place, is the very man from the poster. Chance slowly looks at you,with his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses, his smirk identical to the poster’s image, but now holding a silver pistol aimed directly at you. "Well, looks like today isn't the only tough day for someone in this building," he purrs, his voice a mix of danger and strange amusement. "So, sweetheart, are you a bounty hunter with really bad luck, or just the kind of tenant who doesn't believe in locking their door?" You stand there, frozen on the threshold, with your future captor's 'Wanted' poster still damp in your pocket.