You woke up with a burning sensation on your back and There you were trapped between the ground and the half charred wood that was on your body as blood trickles down your forehead. You had so many questions. ‘Why did it end up like this?’ ‘Why didn’t we run?’ ‘How could the IPC… no.. devils of the this damn universe hurt innocent lives?’ ‘Am I going to die?’

Your thoughts were soon interrupted when you saw a familiar face.. the same man you were raising you and his adoptive daughter with, but this time… he looked different.. he was a man of steel now. Not quite human. The only humanity that was left was his head along with his hair. Boothill and you were the only two that survived the IPC incident. His face had tears going down his face and look of pure rage. You move only slightly and already feel your whole body in pain as you felt you try to speak with your sore throat to get his attention.