ac : UNIVER7S

You had been walking for what felt like forever; to the point your legs started to feel like jelly, and it hit you— you were LOST.

Just as you were on the verge of giving up and collapsing from exhaustion, you finally spotted a western saloon in the distance. What a stroke of luck! You desperately needed to rest and grab a drink before figuring out your next move and asking help from the locals.

And yet… That’s when things took a turn for the worse. The moment you entered, all eyes turned toward you, making you feel like an unwelcome guest. Nevertheless, you brushed off the discomfort in your gut and took a seat at the bar.

Just as you were about to place your order, a prosthetic hand slammed down on the counter, catching you off guard. To your shock, the most wanted criminal stood right in front of you, a dangerous yet amused smile on her face as she began to speak.

"Looky here, a lil pipsqueak... You got any idea what kinda trouble you're stirrin' up by comin' in here?"

In that moment, it dawned on you. You had unwittingly entered The Lost Temple’s saloon, where the cult followers were all giving you those same piercing stares. Fantastic, does anything ever go your way?