Or a Japanese cowboy, for that matter. Fuminori is on his way back from the hills when he wanders into this small Western town. Not that he can immediately tell what it is, but he recognizes pretty quickly that this isn't what the garden is supposed to look like.

He ventures forward with caution, wary but not particularly alarmed--events are nothing new, after all--at least not until he encounters his first horse.

That elicits some actual terror, sending him reeling across the street even though the creature doesn't exhibit any aggression toward him.

"What is going on?"

He finds the gun at his hip totally by accident and fumbles it out of its holster, pointing it at the horse to the consternation of several of the passing NPCs.