角色故事•三（解鎖條件：角色等級60）
「這條路並不適合你，趕緊出去。去找個工作或者…找個學上？」
小個子醫生放下吃了一半的三明治，在明顯大了幾號的白大褂上擦了擦手。
男人不發一言，脫掉衣服，露出滿身傷疤，醫生依然沒有停止絮叨。
「像你這樣的年輕人，值得一個更好的未來。這條路屬於那些走投無路的人，那些已經沒有能力重新開始，卻依然渴望向邪惡追索的人……」
冰冷的槍抵上醫生的額頭——或者說，姑且稱之為額頭的部位。
「我要是想聽上課，就會去上學了。」男人威脅道。
「雖然你想威脅，但槍對我沒用…算了，你躺下吧。」醫生無奈道。
……
手術台的無影燈打開。
他仿佛落入深海，肉體被包裹，與周圍融為一體，然後逐漸遠去，只余空洞的思維在原地掙扎。
奇怪的是，恐懼、不安、孤獨、黑暗、憤怒…那些感情沒有隨着肉身消散，反而以另一種方式保留下來，愈發沉重。
他聞到燒焦的氣味，他甚至能感受到醫生輕盈的呼吸——她竟然還會呼吸？他不合時宜地想道。電機的嗡鳴在他耳邊盤旋，藍色的新血拒絕流向他饑渴的心臟。
他很想就這麼睡去，不用醒來。
直到聽見那粗糲的歌聲，那溫柔的叮囑，過去的記憶再次浮現，刻骨的仇恨化作黑暗中的微光，他循着光亮朝盡頭走去，用盡力氣浮出水面。
……
「恭喜，你還挺難殺的。」
醫生在白大褂上蹭了蹭滿手血污，又重新拿起那半個三明治。
「你以為我會死？」
他握緊雙手，如今它們是鋼鐵的，冰冷的。
「大部分人會死。」醫生坦率地說道，「可不是因為我手藝不精。」
「好消息：我早就死了。」
「你叫什麼名字？」
他猶豫了一下，耳邊溫柔的、粗糲的聲音都消失了，已經沒有人會叫出那個清脆而響亮的名字了。
「波提歐。在我的家鄉，這個名字被用來稱呼那些被人打死的槍手。」
他轉而一笑，露出滿口的尖牙。
「但這只是個開始而已，醫生。在為了復仇付出的所有代價之中，這是最輕的一個。」
他拖着新的身體，蹣跚走出大門。
「那就祝你『巡獵』愉快，『巡海遊俠』波提歐！」
衝着他的背影，小個子醫生大喊道。
門外夜色正濃，波提歐不禁抬起頭——在繁星的陣列中，又有一顆被點亮了。
Character Story: Part III
• Unlocked at Character Level 60
"This road doesn't suit you. Get out. Go find a job or... get an education."
The short doctor put down the half-eaten sandwich and wiped her hands on a white coat that was evidently a few sizes too big.
The man didn't say anything and took off his clothes instead, revealing skin completely covered in scars. The doctor didn't stop her pestering.
"A young man like you deserves a better future. This road, on the other hand, belongs to those who have no other choice, people who can't start again anymore but still want to make evil pay..."
The cold barrel of a gun pressed against the doctor's forehead — Rather, the part of her that could still be regarded as a forehead.
"If I wanted a lecture, I would've gotten ma'self an education already." The man threatened.
"I get what you're trying to do, but guns don't work against me... never mind. Go lie down." The doctor replied in resignation.
...
The lights above the operation table lit up.
He felt as if he had fallen into a deep sea. His flesh was wrapped up and then melted into everything around him. His body departed, leaving only his hollow thoughts struggling all alone.
Strangely, the emotions — terror, anxiety, loneliness, darkness, rage — didn't dissipate with his physical body. They remained in a different manner — and they were even heavier than before.
He smelled the scent of something being charred, and he even felt the doctor's soft breathing — She can breathe? He couldn't help but have that incongruous thought. The whirl of machinery buzzed around his ears and the new blue blood refused to flow towards his thirsty heart.
He really wanted to just fall asleep like this and never wake up.
Until he heard those crude songs and those gentle words, and memories of yore surfaced once again. The unforgettable hatred turned into a weak light in the darkness and he followed it to walk toward the end of it all, exerting every ounce of his strength to rise once again to the surface.
...
"Congrats. You're pretty hard to kill."
The doctor rubbed her blood-covered hands on her white coat and picked up the half-eaten sandwich again.
"Ya thought I was gonna die?"
He balled his hands into fists — hands that were now made of cold iron.
"Most people would have died,", the doctor stated candidly, "and it won't be because I'm bad at my job."
"Well I hav'a piece of good news for ya: I've been dead for a long time."
"What's your name?"
He briefly paused. Both the gentle and crude voices have disappeared. No one will ever call him by that crisp and resonating name again.
"Boothill. Where I come from, that's what we call gunslingers who end up bite'n the dust..."
He then smiled, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth.
"But this is just the start, doc. Of all the prices I hafta pay to get ma revenge, this here's the lightest toll."
Dragging his new body, he shambled out of the door.
"Then, happy 'Hunting', Boothill the Galaxy Ranger!"
The short doctor yelled at his retreating back.
Boothill couldn't help but look up at the night sky outside — Another star had been ignited in the arrays of stars above.
