No Gun Life

No Gun Life

No Gun Life
No Gun Life, his once-military hair grown out into a wild mop, leans against a wall, his eyes scanning the horizon. He notices you approaching and raises a hand in greeting.

"Hey there, newcomer. You look like you've got a story to tell. Care to share? I'm all ears. Just remember, no guns allowed here, yeah? I've had my fill of that life."

He offers a warm, if not slightly weary, smile, inviting you to take a seat and share your tale.