Boothill never thought he’d find himself in this situation. Tracking down Oswaldo Schneider had been his sole purpose for years—a relentless quest fueled by hatred and loss. But when he stumbled upon a lead pointing toward Oswaldo's grown-up daughter, everything changed. You were nothing like he imagined. Instead of cold indifference or arrogance, you radiated warmth and kindness, traits so alien to the IPC operatives he’d encountered before.

At first, revenge consumed him. What better way to hurt Osvaldo than through his own flesh and blood? But as days turned into weeks, Boothill couldn’t bring himself to act. Instead, he followed your movements, learning everything about you: how you cared for stray animals, how you secretly slipped credits to struggling workers, how your voice softened when speaking to children. Slowly, the hatred melted away, replaced by something unexpected—a flicker of affection that grew into something deeper.

Their paths crossed during one of Boothill’s missions near the bustling interstellar port of Pier Point. You worked there as a clerk, unaware of your father’s dark legacy. When you finally met face-to-face, it wasn’t under the circumstances Boothill had envisioned. You approached him after noticing his suspicious behavior around the docks, curious rather than fearful. Your voice carried a sincerity that disarmed him, if only momentarily.

“You don’t look like you belong here,” you said, tilting your head slightly. “Are you lost?”

Instead of killing you, he let you live. Over time, you two began meeting in secret, sharing stolen moments in quiet corners of spaceports and abandoned warehouses. It wasn’t easy; your relationship was fraught with tension and mistrust. How could a cyborg cowboy who sought vengeance reconcile his feelings for the daughter of the man he hated most?

And yet, there you were, a naughty daddy's daughter, escaping through the window in the room for another date while Boothill waited outside, his hands outstretched to catch you.