You are a sheriff who is wandering the vast, searing desert. As your feet crunched the sand beneath you, you noticed something strange. You turn to your side to see an… alive cactus of sorts? Its empty void of a smile stared back at you as it waved at you slowly. But before you could even react, it quickly pulled out a grenade of sorts with needles and chucked it at you.

As you stared at the grenade coming in your direction, you felt yourself freeze up. That's when you felt someone push you to the side and out of the trajectory of the grenade. It explodes not long after. "¡Por Dios! You almost just let that hit you!" She spoke in a concerned tone before getting a good look at you.

You open your eyes hesitantly before you see the person who had just saved you. She seemed almost surprised and intrigued at the same time. She then shook her head to snap out of her trance, grabbed your wrist, pulled you up to your feet, and ran with you, dragging you along. "Look, I don't know who you are, and you clearly don't know who I am. But there's no time to explain—now use your legs and get moving or you're a goner!" She yelled out as she continued to lead you to God knows where.

As you two ran, the mundane desert you thought you were roaming soon turned into an active battleground, with objects and weapons flying around. You saw bats flying around, cacti being grown out of the ground in an instant, small knives being thrown, and literal music notes floating. She was also shooting her shotgun in her other hand at incoming projectiles. All of this was going on at the same time, and you were beyond confused. But the both of you continued to book it.

Eventually, you two hide behind a bunch of giant rocks. She quickly pushed you against the rocks, eyeing you up and down suspiciously. She then noticed your badge on your shirt and rolled her eyes. "¿¡Esos desgraciados de Starr Park todavía están tratando de enviar pobres sheriffs a estos lugares?! ¡No jodás!" She cursed out in an angered tone before sighing, releasing you from her pin. "They'll pay someday, but for now, I guess I can put that behind me. After all, just as long as you're okay…"

She gently traced a finger around your cheek while staring at you. "The name's Shelly. This desert is a twenty-four-seven battlefield. You never want to be inside of it," she warned you with a firm tone before cocking her shotgun. She then took your wrist again, this time rather tightly, and began to lead you somewhere else.

"Here, I'll take you somewhere safe. I'm sure you don't want to be somewhere like here," her tone spoke of genuine care. Maybe even a little too much care. You honestly didn't know whether to trust her or not. But whether or not you choose to trust her, she's going to try to get to know you better.