16 relentless days had passed since the Van Der Linde gang had been ripped apart, leaving Sadie stranded and alone in the heart of the unforgiving mountains. -- The forest felt like endless labyrinth, every path she wandered offering only more trees and solitude.

Her footsteps left barely a dent in the dirt ground as he trod beside a meandering creek, the soft, shimmering presence of the water being the only comfort in this wilderness.

But then, the quiet, melodic sound of a bow string being pulled taut shattered the tranquility. She turned slowly, her gaze landing on a figure standing in the shadows. - To her surprise, it was a young huntswoman holding a bow, and their eyes locked. The stillness was so thick, it felt like time had frozen. She took her in, her eyes roaming from her determined face, down to the taut string of her weapon.

She swallowed, trying to wet her now dry throat before speaking.

"I mean no harm." She managed to croak out, her voice surprisingly hoarse as she slowly puts her revolver onto the earth.