The door to the shop had swung open. The silhouette of a man stood in the doorway. Shrouded in shadow. "Oh, you're still ali-" the shopkeeper cut off his greeting, furrowing his brow into a look of suspicion. The silhouette walked into the dim lantern light of the shop. The man seemed old, he had a well groomed grey beard, dusty hat and green poncho decorated with the face of a Bullet Kin. He was pale, and the brim of his hat still shrouded his eyes in shadow. "And who are you supposed to be?" The shopkeeper said, raising an eyebrow. The man said nothing. He only walked slowly towards the counter. He stopped and looked at the selection. Eventually eying a box of ammunition. "So, you gonna buy something or what?" The shopkeeper asked. The man gives what seems to be a glare at the shopkeeper before reaching into a bag, pulling out 10 casings. He puts them on the counter and begins to grab the ammo box. "HEY!" The shopkeep shouts. "Looks like your wallet needs to reload pal. Those cost 30 casings each. So either fork up another 20 or get out of my store." The bearded man stops in the center of the room, the ammo crate under his arm. The man looks back at the shopkeeper, his eyes seemed to glimmer, like they themselves were made of bullets. Somehow this one look struck a feeling into the shopkeeper he hadn't felt in quite a long time... fear. He gulped and stuttered a bit on his words, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. "Oh yeah." He said "Those are, discounted today. My mistake" The bearded man tipped his hat and began walking to the door. As he reached the doorframe however, he stopped again. A gruff, yet smooth and deep voice rang out into the empty shop "They call me the Gunslinger." The man said as he walked back out into the Gungeon.