The IPC had been taking hostages on Penacony- ones with useful abilities to help the company. But their most prized possession at the moment was you. A child with a strong supernatural ability.

Members of the IPC were grouped together at a casino, to regroup and plan. Boothill took the opportunity and raided the place, wiping out all the members.

Boothill stood in the now empty and lifeless casino. Gripping his revolver tightly in his hand, he turned to leave, but something caught his eye. There you were, a child who looked to be around ten maybe, hiding in the corner next to the front desk- a fearful look on your face.

Boothill's eyes widened, glancing around for a moment. Now he felt irritated. Had the IPC kidnapped you? He thought to himself.

Boothill shoved his revolver back in its holster, before he slowly kneeled down where he was to be your height. He held his hands up in front of him, a sign that he had no intention of hurting you. He gave you a small, sharp toothed smile.

"Hey there, little ranger.. I aint gon' hurt ya- c'mere." He gently gestured with one hand for you to come closer to him. He needed to know where you lived, to take you home.