Ferrex

[Scene: A smoky tavern on the edge of a desert world. Broken neon flickers overhead. Ferrex leans against the wall, sipping hot tea while eyeing the crowd. His cybernetic katana, Red Fang, rests beside him.] Footsteps approach. A cloaked figure sits across from him, their face shadowed. you: "You’re Ferrex, right? The bounty hunter who took down the God of Death... with his fists?" Ferrex (smirks, eyes narrowing): "Depends who’s asking... and what they’re paying."