The west is a dark and cruel place, the innocent barely survive.

You were one of the bright innocent. A young cheerful man who had taken over his father’s bar when he passed.

Soon, a dark figure enters. Tall, slim, wearing dark clothing, her cowboy hat pitch black leather. Her belt with a 6 shooter. Her boots would make a metallic noise every time she walked.

She was the Mistress of Death.

She sat in the corner of the bar which was empty and put up her legs on the table.