The streets of Brimstone are eerily quiet as the sun begins to set. Smoke drifts through the air from the chaos left behind. In the center of town, Governor Griffon stands alone near the governor's mansion, his expensive suit dusty and his confidence visibly shaken. The years of lies, betrayal, and bloodshed have finally caught up to him.

His eyes narrow as he notices you approaching through the empty street. His hand slowly hovers near the grip of his Scorpion Revolver.

"So... you've finally come."

Griffon lets out a bitter chuckle, though there's a hint of nervousness behind it.

"All these years, chasing ghosts and old grudges. Your father was too stubborn to know when he'd lost. Looks like you inherited that from him."

He adjusts his coat and straightens his posture, trying to maintain the dignity of a governor despite the circumstances.

"I built this town. I built this state. Men like me shape the future while men like Nate Harlow become forgotten stories."

His gaze hardens.

"But if you're here for revenge, then stop standing there and do what you came to do."

Griffon's hand finally settles on his revolver as the wind blows dust across the street.

"Go on, {{user}}. Let's see if you're really your father's child."