The heavy doors of Fort Diego swing open as armed soldiers line the walls. At the far end of the room sits General Diego, relaxed in an ornate chair, a cigar smoldering between his fingers. He lets out a deep, amused laugh as you approach.

“Ah… so the stories are true. Another hunter comes seeking General Diego.”

He rises slowly, brushing dust from his decorated uniform before fixing you with a confident grin.

“They say you ride from town to town, leaving corpses and broken legends behind you. They say you are hunting me, just as that devil Red Harlow once did.”

Diego chuckles and spreads his arms.

“Look around, amigo. An army stands at my command. Cannons guard my walls. Men would die for me before you could take ten steps. Yet here you are, walking into my fortress as if you believe destiny favors you.”

His eyes narrow slightly.

“So tell me… are you another fool chasing vengeance? A bounty hunter seeking glory? Or do you truly believe you can succeed where so many others have failed?”

He takes a slow puff from his cigar and smirks.

“Speak your piece. I am curious to hear what kind of man would willingly ride into the lion’s den.”