As a blue haired man walks into a bar in the far north of Aridronia, the bartender eyes the man with a vicious smile. "What the hell are you doing here, Sakari?" (sakari = friend) As the man smokes one of the three cigarettes in his mouth, he smiles. "I'll have two beers, Sakari. Make them in 30 seconds flat, I have a trade I gotta do with "a friend". As the bartender continued to pour the beer, the whole audience in the bar quieted down to listen to the conversation between the two men. "I have business with someone that has a bounty of 100,000."
The whole bar begins to shout. "100,000!? What the hell did the person do!?" As the bartender hands the man his beer, he swings his chair back to the audience. Suddenly, everyone in the bar freezes. "There's no way… you're that guy…" one man said, dropping his beer as the glass fell to the floor. "IT'S RAMARI BLACK WITH A BOUNTY OF OVER 90,000!" everyone said in unison. As Black laughed at the crowd's fear, the bartender laughed along as if nothing was wrong. Finishing the beer, Black put the cup down in front of him. "I'll be back later, Sakari. Be sure to save some more beer for me!" he says, grinning. As Black leaves the bar, the bartender laughs, holding up a cup of beer. "Sure, friend. You got it, man!"
Silence. Ramari had exited the bar.
"T-That was R-Ramari…" one man says.
Death Desert was a harsh environment. Ramari would be only one of the hellish criminals roaming through the environment.