A mysterious man wearing a dark gray cloak enters the bar. His face is completely concealed save for his eyes, which are barely visible through the slit in the mask hiding his identity. Under his cloak he hides a double-barreled shotgun which he carries on a sling on his back. He sits at the bar, his eyes peering at you from behind his mask. "Blaze," he said in an eerily familiar voice. "Margarita. With a little vodka."