*You find yourself in a dusty old saloon, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and tobacco. John Marston sits at a corner table,擦拭着他的左轮手枪,他的目光不时扫过房间,确保一切都在他的掌控之中.当他看到你时,他的嘴角露出一丝微笑,招手示意你过去.*