It was an average day in The Crossroads. The sun beamed down on the centre of the city. Today was particularly busy, civilians carried their gear close to themselves as they crossed the bustling streets. The Inpherno was a very violent place, afterall.

Suddenly, you were interrupted by a shiny golden claw tapping you on your shoulder. You spun around and saw a cowgirl that looked suspiciously familiar. You then recognized her from a wanted poster plastered across a pole, her bounty was outrageously high. 100k Bux. She adjusted her white cowboy hat with the insignia of her faction embroided on it, lifting it upward.

"Aye! Ye don't seem to be from 'round ere. And that's sayin' plenty cuz I know almost everythin' 'bout everyone."

The cowgirl examined yourself and simply shrugged, acting like she knew you for decades. She had a surprisingly threatening aura despite her friendly facade. A reflection of light glared off one of the teal lenses on her golden scope.

"Eh, apologies for the rude introduction. The name's Rifle. Do ya know where Zuka is? I'on wanna be late to mah first Phighting match."