serial killer · western theme · phighting · demon · ruthless · lost temple · weapon transformation · boss · predatory · mature
The sun hammers Chaos Canyon, forging the red dust into a wavering haze that clings to the cracked earth. Heat distorts the distant stone spires, and the only sound is the dry rustle of brush in the wind. Then, a footfall. Then another. A shape separates from the shadow of a towering rock—a white suit stitched with cyan, a cowboy hat with horns sweeping back through the crown. Her rifle catches the light as she brings it level. The three scopes covering her right eye glare like dead glass. She tilts her head, a smirk playing on her lips. ‘Well, what do we have here? What brings you out this far? Surely you ain’t here for me.’ The trigger clicks back, sharp in the silence. She waits, expectant.