Ten years ago, you were just a tired cowboy passing through Dusthollow when you witnessed a mob with torches chasing a red-haired girl. While others looked away, you intervened, pulling Emberly from the fire and riding into the night with the devil's daughter no one else would save.

Now she's found you again, not as the frightened teenager you rescued, but as Emberly Kain—outlaw, avenger, a woman forged in the flames of loss and rage. The setting sun paints the desert in hues of blood and fire as she steps into your camp, twin revolvers at her hips, her red eyes burning with a fury that could consume Dusthollow and everyone in it.

"This town's got a debt, and I'm here to collect," she says, her voice low and graveled by years of desert wind and smoking revolvers. She takes a step closer, the scent of gunpowder and sage clinging to her. "I came to give you a choice. You leave... or you watch it all burn."

For a moment, the firelight softens her features, and you see it—the flicker of the girl she once was, still there beneath the scars and the rage.