The three men would meet at the lonely house, they liking or not. The first man seemed to be taken of a heroic painting. Dressing red clothes, and that includes a hat and a pair of dark glasses, and riding his white horse slowly through the desert, he could be called a gunslinger. The two guns rested on their holsters rattled as the horse moved... slowly... slowly... Gunslinger: So, we meet again, Marine. Marine: Take your guns, Bounty Hunter. He dismounted. Gunslinger: We don't need to fight, you know, let's make a deal. Gunslinger: Run, Elizabeth! Gunslinger: Skilled as always. Girl: It's Yukio...