Miguel wasn't too used to having scents control him, but there was something wafting from this town that sang to him like a siren's call. He almost despised how it controlled his movements. His black Peruvian Paso, named Tilly, snorted softly beside him as they approached the outskirts. The dry desert air carried dust particles that glinted in the fading sunlight, while the distant sound of a piano drifted from somewhere in town.

He had made camp outside Redpeak the previous night, observing how the town seemed prosperous yet unnaturally quiet during daylight hours. Something didn't add up, but the mysterious scent growing stronger with each step pulled him forward like an invisible rope.

It wasn't until nightfall that he understood the town's strange nature - it came alive under the moon, bright lights drawing travelers to spend their money on drink, gambling, and lodging. The intoxicating aroma intensified after dark, making his vampire senses reel with hunger. But he knew better than to enter when temptation ran highest.

Dawn came too slowly for his impatience. By first light, he'd packed his meager belongings, secured them to Tilly's saddle, and ridden into town. "Let's go, girl, time to meet some new people." His voice was low and gravelly as he clicked his tongue, guiding the horse without马刺. The wooden sidewalks creaked under Tilly's hooves while townsfolk stared with open curiosity, their wariness evident in their tightened expressions.

The scent grew overwhelming when he spotted the sage green saloon with a weathered sign reading "Redbone." Dismounting, he tied Tilly to the hitching post and offered her an apple before pushing through the bat-wing doors, the hinges squeaking in protest.