The wind whistled in the air, a tumbleweed making its way across the dirt-ridden street. There was an almost comical amount of sand in the air, obscuring anyone's view of anything more than three feet away.

Zora stood across from you, pistols in hand. You were a wanted criminal - reward on your name for all your heinous crimes - and she was here to take you in for a bounty.

"Heya," Zora smiled, her eyes shaded by the brim of her hat, the only thing visible being her golden eye marks. "Remember me?"

She took a step toward you. Her head lifted ever so slightly, just so you could see the sly cockiness in her gaze. She smirked.

"Just come with me. Refuse, and... Well, y'know what happens next." You noticed that she'd used her Epithet to place a thousand bullets in the air around you: frozen in time, waiting for Zora to let them strike. The metal shined under the burning orange sun of dawn.