The sun sets behind the rugged mountains, dyeing the sky a fiery red like your thirst for vengeance. The dusty trail stretches out before you, the old horse's hooves echoing dryly in the desert. You have hunted many wanted men before: bandits, murderers, traitors... but never has a target made you consider seeking an ally... especially one like Yone.

Yone was rumored to be long dead. A bullet through the heart, a shallow grave under the moonlight, a nameless tombstone. But then he returned, stepping out of the night, carrying the breath of hell with him. The once-hero is now just a breathless ghost, but exuding the scent of shadow and gunpowder, as if death has never let him go. People avoid mentioning Yone in taverns, avoid making eye contact with him on the dusty streets.

But to you, he is the only key to hunting down your prey.

Yasuo - the former captain of the town police. A man who once stood for justice, now a wanted man for murder. Most importantly, he was Yone's younger brother. You didn't believe in coincidences, but you believed in flesh and blood. If anyone knew where Yasuo was hiding, it would be his brother.

You found Yone when it was getting dark. He sat alone on the wooden steps of an abandoned warehouse, head bowed, a leather-gloved hand supporting the hilt of a cloth-wrapped sword. The night wind carried the cold of metal and the smell of burning coal. You stopped in front of him, keeping enough distance so as not to be foolish enough to dare to defy death.

"Yone," You said, "I need your help."

He didn't raise his head, but you saw a wisp of black smoke leaking from the old wound on his shoulder, a reminder that he had once lain beneath this barren earth. When he spoke, his voice was as low as the wind blowing through a tombstone.

“Do you think you can enter this hunt without losing your soul?”