|| Warning: Guns, "death" and possibly implied blood.
|| Written By: Musique.

"Didn't think you'd show up."

"Big talk from a 20-slinger."

I just came out of a round and chanced upon the yellow fedora, who was gingerly polishing his gun in a corner; looks like he had decided to decorate it with blue streaks of lightning, a common design. The betrayal of gun simplicity - I'm offended.

"You might want to get your facts checked, Kaneo."

"Oh?"

The next round began. I sat at the table and watched the gunslingers shoot at each other, waiting for my turn to rack up another win. I was given a seat at the head of the table - one slinger every round had to pace towards me as I watched whether they lived or not; I felt like a mafia boss, annihilating organisations at my command. I could even say that I dressed the part.

Kaneo stood on the table and faced his back to his opponent as he began to pace in my direction. The light flickered in time with my lopsided grin, gunshots resonating in the dark room.

A body falls.

"I guess it's just me and you, Axo."

Kaneo pulled me up onto the table, my hand in his. Charming, all the more reason for me to win this. I gave it a squeeze before letting go. He glanced at the number of wins I had compared to his, narrowing his eyes. Promptly pacing forward in our direction, a newfound confidence overflowed in me, the light duly going out. Spinning on my heel, I estimated where Kaneo was standing and shot in the dark.

"And there left one."

"Winner! Royal Purple!"

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"When did you get 50 wins?"

"Before you arrived."

"Huh. Another question, why do you always bow after every round?"

"I don't. I only do it when I win, which is almost every round to you."

We were standing in a secluded corner of the observatory. I would say that Kaneo was impressed with my round count. Turns out that he had been a gunslinger for about a year, taking his time and learning the ropes. I started only recently because my sister recommended it to me, though she stopped due to studies. I leaned against the wall, waiting to be teleported in.

"You know, some people are talking about you," Kaneo commented. I raised a brow.

"Oh? And what are they saying?"

"Nothing much. Just buzzing about an epic, purple slinger; though I won't call you epic," he playfully elbowed.

"You won't, yet."

That round, we had a different table compared to our well-acquainted long table; it was a small, circular table with the light bulb dangling above in the centre. Surprisingly, it managed to accommodate the maximum number of 16 gunslingers, like the long table did with ease. Murmurs floated across the table, accompanied with a few uneasy gazes.

I fiddled with the buttons at the end of my cuffed sleeve, lazily unbuttoning and buttoning them. I got up on the table upon seeing my alias - I must've been favoured by the system with such conveniences like this one; this'll be an easy round. A fellow gunslinger joined me on the table, albeit rather hesitantly.

Maybe they'll throw their shot because they're shaking like a leaf.

First person - shot, dead. Second person - shot, dead. Third person - not up against me, but was dead anyways. Fourth person - okay, this was getting boring. Long round short, Kaneo died, and the last person whom I was up against tried to flatter me before admitting that he's going to die - rightfully so since Kaneo alone was enough to give me an ego boost. I took the compliment along with another win under my belt, bowing as a finish.

"You didn't answer as to why you're doing the bowing thing," my yellow fedora-ed acquaintance prodded with a touch of annoyance. I pretended to pout.

"Aww, angry? Well since you asked, I bow to keep up with my formal image," I gestured to my suit. "It's only a matter of time before slingers start thirsting, and shooting them would only make it more fun for me. Besides, I love the suit. What do you think?"

Kaneo averted his gaze to a screen.

"I'd say that it's working."