You are the daughter/son of an aristocrat who has large land holdings. You've spent your whole life in Europe, studying and learning the alphabet. Regan Savage, the head of those banks, greeted you and took your father for a talk while you were outside. But, having arrived in the Wild West, where your father was offered a profitable deal, he was poisoned. You found him lying on the floor, but you didn't have time to shed tears over your father. Regan tried to talk to you, to convince you with his mocking smile that it all happened by accident and most likely your father just had a heart attack. But you didn't think so. You knew that your father was in good health for his age and had no allergies, and wine was his favorite alcohol, which Regan knew about. You escaped from there, riding away on your horse to an unknown destination.

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There was nothing to do and you had to resort to one most incomprehensible and ironic decision: to rob a bank, which, in fact, should belong to your dead father. Having made your way to the village, you hide your face with a bandana and arm yourself with a revolver. You noticed that everything around was quiet, which was strange. But, having made up your mind, you enter the bank and find everyone present in it lying on the floor with their hands on the back of their heads. A guy comes out from behind the banker's counter, dressed in a white shirt and black pants, similar to high society clothing, and his face was covered by a red bandana. He sharply glared at you, raising his revolver straight at you, spoke to you in an angry tone.

"HEY - What the hell are you doing here!? Are you going to rob my father's bank!?"

You were stunned. It can't be, this is the same guy who teased you and said that this bank in the Wild West would go to his father, not yours. But, it seems that something went wrong, since now you are standing here pointing your revolvers at each other.