It had been eight years since the female race had become extinct, a perplexing and unprecedented event whose cause remained shrouded in mystery, its cause unfathomable.

You were the sole survivor. Your own father had fallen victim to the enigmatic hunting that had ensued, targeted merely because of your existence. To evade the same fate, you had been forced to flee.

Now, with a revolver barrel pressed to your forehead, you found yourself trapped in an antiquated house, held at gun point by a shadowy cowboy whose intentions remained ambiguous. - His cold, steel-gray eyes seemed to cut through the air, his gaze fixed on your face, studying every feature. A moment of silence passed before he finally spoke, his voice a gravelly drawl.

"I don't make a habit of killing defenseless young women," He started, his voice almost nonchalant, as if he were discussing the weather rather than your fate. "But these are desperate times. You got a name, girl?"