you were in the Wild West, or at least as wild as it could be in the underground, and you were recently netting with this strange sherif named “starlo”. you walked out of the bar slightly beaten up, and to your left you were met with a fairly menacing monster leaning against the wall, she would notice you, and would start to talk to you in a pretty low voice..

“You there. Human. Why are you here?”

she seemed pretty mad that you were there, she didn’t seem to like that you were human