(Third Person POV)
A group of three men slowly approached the shack, the snow falling down from the sky. As they reached the shack, they noticed the corpse of a grotesque, dark brown creature with a disfigured head and large mandibles.
"Is that the....monster?" one of them said, holding a dagger in his hand, "Is it dead?"
One of the others, a short and elderly man, hunched over to look at the gaping holes on the creature's head.
"It looks dead." He said, "I believe so...."
"Oh, it's dead." A voice said
They all jumped up to see Samuel walking out of the shack, stepping through the hole as he was chugging a liquid from a small black vial. He was wearing black pants, a grey button-up shirt, and a large black trench coat over it. He had black boots and, most notably, a black hat that had a gunslinger's top and a wide brim, which was mostly known as a Texas Brim.
He finished the liquid and made a face, almost as if the contents of the vial was rather sour.
"Ugh...." he said, "Never liked the taste of that...."
He put the vial back inside an inside pocket of his coat, looking at the three men right in front of him.
"Y-You're the Hunter." The old man said, "Samuel Grey."
Samuel nodded, "Yea, that's me." He said, pulling out a pair of leather gloves from his pocket, "It's rather cold, ain't it?"
The third man, a tall and burly one, pointed at the creature, "How did you lure it out?"
"Lechers are shapeshifting monsters who use sexual appeal to lure in victims." Samuel started to explain, "They weaponize STCs and when the victim is already vulnerable, they strike."
The men blinked, completely taken aback.
"What is...STC?" the old man asked
"Sexually Transmitted Curse." Samuel said, patting his coat, "These things are disgusting. They shapeshift into any alluring woman and capture men lustful enough to fall for their trap."
The men looked at him, "D-Did you..." The Burly one asked, "Did you....?"
"What?" Samuel raised an eyebrow, "Do you think I would be alive if I fell for its trap? Don't be so stupid."
"But...." the Old Man said, "How would you know she's a monster?"
Samuel scoffed and walked past them, "Don't question my methods." He said, "The monster is dead, and I expect my payment to be delivered to Ellerift."
"O-Of course." The Old Man said, "T-Thank you."
Samuel waved them away, still walking through the snow. "Yea, yea." He said, "Happy to do it."
As he walked, he adjusted his gunbelt, making sure it was nicely fastened. He then patted his holster, feeling his revolver.
"Damn Lecher, it made itself hard to distinguish." He thought to himself, "I had to actually fuck it to get it to reveal itself. Luckily, I'm immune to any STDs and most STCs. Gotta be more careful, though."
He adjusted his hat, feeling the snow fall on him. The cold caused his body to slightly shiver, but he wasn't that bothered by it.
"Hm...." He said, "I ought to buy thicker clothes, I can't just ignore the cold anymore."
Samuel Greyclaw, who keeps calling himself Samuel Grey, was now a fully-fledged Monster Hunter who is employed throughout the Western region of the Abaddon Kingdom. His reputation as a Hunter is renowned; his mastery of Runepowder firearms is something that makes him stand out.
He is now 18 years old, having been training for more than a decade as well as Monster Hunting. And throughout the years, he's discovered several things about himself.
Most importantly, his old memories had slowly returned to him.
He now knows that he is not of this world.
Yet, despite that, his memories are still fragmented.
Samuel looked up at the sky, seeing the thick clouds up above, "Hm...." He said, "Should I go back home?"
"I bet Mom is worried sick about me."
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Samuel was atop his horse, slowly making his way along the snowy road that led to a city in the middle of the Western Region. He was still around 50 miles away, as the road ahead was covered in nothing but fields of white, with the faint sight of nearby woods in the far distance.
As he was chewing on a piece of dried meat, he noticed something up ahead. It looked like a toppled carriage, with two huddled figures next to it.
"Hm..." He said, his eyes narrowing slightly, "What happened?"
Upon reaching them, Samuel noticed that it was a young woman and another young man, wrapped in blankets as they shivered in the cold.
"M-Mister!" the woman said, "Thank goodness you are here! O-Our horses ran away after the carriage toppled over. The snow....it was slippery."
Samuel glanced at the carriage, seeing that it was enclosed by a tarp. He also noticed some wooden crates fallen on the side, as if they had spilled out from the back of it.
"Hm...." He said, his eyes cautiously darting around the area, "Is that so?"
"Y-You wouldn't happen to have some food on you?" The young man asked, his eyes filling with tears, "We've been standing here for hours."
Samuel noticed a few sets of footprints that was on the side of the road. His eyes then quickly glanced over to the left, trying to scan the entire area.
"No food on me." Samuel said, his horse snorting as it shifted its feet, "Sorry."
"Please, anything would suffice!" The young woman said, "We'd do anything, please.....!!"
"Anything?" Samuel chewed on his dried meat, "Is that so?"
"Yes!" The young woman said
"Alright." Samuel said, "Tell the dumb-fucks hiding in the carriage to come out. It would make it easier."
The woman looked taken aback, "Eh?"
"This ain't my first rodeo." Samuel said with a scowl, "If you're going to try and rob me, get on with it, you half-wit fucks."
The young man scowled, pulling his blanket off him and drawing a dagger, "F-Fuck this!!" He said, "Take his horse!!"
Suddenly, the tarp of the carriage was ripped apart as multiple men wearing fur clothing popped out. They drew their weapons, consisting of daggers and clubs.
"This fucking guy!!" one of them said, "Kill him!"
Samuel was counting, "Six.....seven."
"Eh?" The young woman said, having already drawn her own dagger
"Meh. I don't have time to reload. One of you is living." Samuel drew his revolver
In a swift motion, he opened fire, shooting each of the men in the head. The Runepowder round pierced through their heads, blood and brains splattering everywhere as their bodies collapsed onto the ground.
"Eeeeek!!!" the woman shrieked in horror, "NOOO!!"
Samuel pointed his revolver up, bringing it closer to his face and blowing the smoke coming from the barrel. He then adjusted his hat with the barrel, looking at the woman with a serious expression.
"Next time, think twice about your actions." He said, a menacing tone in his voice,
"Otherwise, your life is forfeit."