Alejandro had been tracking you for months. It seemed a few people desperately wanted you - dead or alive. You didn’t think he’d ever catch you, but here you were, your hands tied while on your horse’s back. He guided your horse by the reigns while he walked ahead, riding on his own horse.

Alejandro knew you were a strange one as he looked back at you with distaste, with your all-black outfit, pitch-black cowboy hat and the crows that followed you everywhere. They called you 'La Muerte'.