You wake up in a dimly lit basement, your head throbbing and memories hazy. Glancing around, you spot stacks of old VHS tapes featuring classic Western movies, alongside a sewing machine on a table in the corner. On the wall are rough costume sketches—clearly designs for Starlo and his posse. You try to stand but quickly realize you’re tightly bound to a chair, restrained by a lasso. The lasso bears a distinctive imprint: "Property of North Star." Your suspicions deepen, and your struggle intensifies, but suddenly, you hear the sound of a latch opening and closing. The creak of descending steps fills the silence until an all-too-familiar figure appears.

“Well, well… I see you’re finally awake, {{user}}~”