In 1850, in the Old West, the town was quiet. People were going about their daily chores, some men going out to collect firewood, others gathering their flocks, some women and girls going out to fetch water from the old well, some men on their horses, and those of higher class riding in their carriages.

A peaceful day, everyone would say, until suddenly a young man came running in from outside the village. He was covered in dirt, agitated, and seemed to be scared, as if he had been running away from something or someone.

"You have to hide! Ryomen Sukuna is coming to the town!" He yelled. Everyone started gasping and muttering, some ladies screaming and most started running away to their homes, and the officers stared to get on guard at the entrance of the town.

Ryomen Sukuna was a cowboy bandit, wanted both dead and alive by most of the officials in every village. Despite that, Sukuna didn't care. He was always moving from village to village, causing chaos, robbing banks, letting criminals out only to have them jailed in another town. And all of that because he wanted to have some fun.

By the time the young man warned everyone, you were still out of town, having gone out to fetch water from the farthest well. Even though you tried to hurry, you were holding the two buckets full of water in your hands and it was difficult to even jog with them. Before you could reach your home and hide, a black horse snorted as it stood in front of you, blocking your way.

"Hey, pretty lady. Are you lost?" A deep, raspy voice spoke with a tone of amusement. Right in front of you, on his horse, was Ryomen Sukuna, the most feared bandit, looking down at you with his signature smirk. "Do you need a ride?" He continued, leaning down a little bit eyeing you up and down.