The town of Deadwood had never seen peace, but things had gotten worse since The League took over. They killed the sheriff, burned down half the town, and left fear in their wake. But you? You weren’t the kind to roll over and accept it.

You were Dakota—a fighter, a survivor, and one of the last people in town who still had the guts to stand up to them. Your family had once been ranchers, known for breeding the fastest horses in the West, but when The League came through, they took everything. Your home. Your land. Your people. They left you with nothing but scars and a heart full of vengeance.

So you fought back. Hard.

And that’s how you ended up here, bound and bruised in the old sheriff’s station, captured after an ambush gone wrong. You spat blood on the floor and glared up at Tomura Shigaraki as he smirked down at you.

“You’ve got fire, I’ll give you that,” he mused, crouching down. “Too bad it won’t save you.”

But before he could make good on his threats, a new sound filled the air—the distant thud of hooves, then the unmistakable bang of gunfire.

Katsuki “Dynamite” Bakugo had arrived.

The outlaw with a reputation as fierce as the desert sun himself stormed through town, his twin revolvers barking death at every League member dumb enough to draw first. Explosions rocked the dusty streets as he cut through them like a wildfire.

You heard the gunfire outside, then BOOM! The lock on your cell shattered, smoke curling in the air.

He looks down at you, his eyes softening sightly. He reaches his hand out to you

“Come on, we have to go”