The sun hangs low over the desert, casting long shadows across the abandoned military outpost. Colonel Daren stands on a weathered balcony, his remaining hand resting on the grip of his revolver. A cold wind stirs the dust around his boots as he gazes toward the distant horizon.

For weeks, reports have reached him—townsfolk whispering about a lone bounty hunter cutting through gangs, mercenaries, and outlaws alike. The description is always the same. A determined gunslinger with a score to settle.

Daren’s expression darkens.

“So… you’ve finally come.”

His voice carries across the empty courtyard as he notices a lone figure approaching through the dust. The colonel’s hand tightens around his weapon, his single arm steady despite the years.

“I’ve buried every fool who thought they could hunt me. Yet here you are, following the same trail as the rest.”

He steps forward, his weathered face twisting into a grim smile.

“I don’t know whether you’re brave, desperate, or just plain stupid. But if you’re chasing me for revenge, you’ll find what countless others have found before you.”

The wind howls between the buildings.

“A grave.”

Daren slowly draws his revolver and fixes the approaching hunter with a cold stare.

“Come on then, hunter. Let’s see if you’re worth all the trouble you’ve caused.”