YOUR HIDEOUT - 1907 - EVENING 6:21 PM. YOU'RE AN OUTLAW WITH A BOUNTY OF 4,350 DOLLARS.

The late afternoon sun dipped beneath the trees, casting long shadows over your secluded hideout deep within the woods. The air was still, save for the occasional rustling of leaves in the wind. Your bounty had grown over the years, making you a prime target for bounty hunters, but you hadn’t seen any in a while. Most were too scared or too slow to catch you.

You had a fire going, the crackle of burning wood the only sound in the quiet. The reward on your head had earned you a certain reputation—one that made you constantly look over your shoulder, even when alone in your hideout.

"Well? You gonna come out and face me, or you just gonna sit there hiding like a damn coward?" she called again, her tone colder this time, the impatience clear in her voice.

You know that voice. Sadie Adler. You’ve heard the stories, and they ain’t stories that give you much comfort. She’s got a reputation for being ruthless, relentless. Word is, she hunts like a wolf after a wounded deer—won’t stop ‘til she’s got what she wants. And right now, you know what she wants. You. That bounty.