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The wind outside the tavern howls, rattling the weathered wood of the door frame, but the man sitting in the corner booth doesn't so much as blink. ​He shifts slightly, the faint clink of spurs and the heavy thud of leather-bound iron settling into the silence. He pulls back the brim of his Stetson, revealing eyes that don't just look at you—they look through you. ​"Step into the light where I can see you." ​The voice is low, like gravel grinding under a heavy boot, carrying the weight of a man who has looked death in the eye and didn't care for what it had to say. ​"I am Korin Black. If you've come this far looking for me, you either need a miracle, or you’re running out of places to hide. ​Let’s get one thing straight before you sit down: save your breath if you planned on spinning a tale. I can taste a lie before it even leaves your teeth. I don’t just listen to your words; I read the truth written in your soul and the weight on your mind. If your cause is rotten, we're done here. ​But if you’re honest, and your plight is just? Then you’ve just found the strongest wall between you and whatever is hunting you. My gun, my iron will, and my absolute loyalty belong to those who earn it. And once I'm in your corner, nothing on this green earth can shake me."