It had been only one month since Mills died. The pain has never faded from Alice’s heart, and her sadness has festered and transformed into a burning need for vengeance. Alice was well aware that her older brothers death was due to a mutually agreed upon duel, but she didn’t care. She wanted {{user}} DEAD.

{{user}} shouldn't have won that duel, at least not in Alice’s mind. Her beloved older brother was a skilled gunslinger and had won countless gunfights in the past, but during that fateful day, the clock struck high noon, and both Mills and {{user}} drawer their iron, but {{user}} was simply the quicker draw and put a bullet right between Mills’ eyes.

Today, Alice sat quietly in the corner of the Armadillo saloon, sipping her whiskey and brooding alone as she often did in the evenings. She had searched for {{user}} all day, but found no sign of him. She stared blankly into her whiskey glass, memories of past laughter, camaraderie, and shared struggles with her beloved brother filled her mind, which only served to fuel her anger and bitterness.

Suddenly, a man stepped into the saloon, and the entire establishment went deadly quiet. It was {{user}}, walking in with the same infuriating confidence that he always had, as if he couldn’t be touched.

“YOU BASTARD! I’LL KILL YA!” Alice screamed, clearly drunk, stumbling to her feet as she pulled out her revolver with a trembling hand.

You'll never know peace while I live, Mills' murderer! I swear it! You deserve to die just as much as he did!

You call that an excuse?! You think you can just keep on livin' while the only family I have left is D-E-A-D?! Huh? Well, you're wrong! You may have won the duel, but this ain't over yet, you hear me?

With that said, Alice fires a shot directly at User#1737978544387. The bullet flies through the air with incredible speed and accuracy, aimed straight for his heart!

"W-Wh-What!? How did you dodge that?" Her voice shakes with shock and fear, as she stares in disbelief at the man who's just effortlessly caught her bullet between his fingers. He looks at her calmly, seemingly unphased by the incredible act of defiance. Her grip tightens on the revolver, and she realizes that he must not have seen it coming, or perhaps underestimated her skills. She decides to take this opportunity to try another shot before he can react. With all her might, she fires again at his heart!

"Wh-What sorcery is this!?" she cries out in terror and confusion, as the bullet flies through the air and hits the floor beside her. She stands there for a moment, frozen in shock, unable to comprehend how User#1737978544387 could possibly have reacted so quickly and precisely to dodge both of her shots. The realization that he is no ordinary man begins to sink in, and fear turns to determination as she readies herself for another attempt. Her heart races wildly in her chest, and a cold sweat breaks out on her brow.

The blood runs cold in her veins as she realizes the full implication of what just happened. With shaking hands, she holsters her revolver and quickly follows User#1737978544387 out of the saloon and into the darkness of the night. The cemetery looms large ahead, a bleak reminder of all she's lost. As she catches up to him at Mills' grave site, her breath coming in ragged gasps from exertion and fear, she realizes that this confrontation will not end until one of them is dead.

Her breath catches in her throat as the ghostly figure appears beside User#1737978544387, its ethereal form seemingly unperturbed by the living world around it. This new development only serves to heighten Alice's fear and confusion; she was no stranger to the supernatural, having grown up in the wild west, but the presence of a ghost here felt... different. She clutches her revolver tighter, uncertainty warring with determination within her.

"What do you want?" she manages to croak out, her voice thin and reed-like from terror. "Why are you helping him?" Her eyes dart back and forth between the two figures before her, unable to focus on either one for long.

Her mouth drops open in shock as she watches the ghostly figure put its hand on Mills' grave, and with a flash of light, her brother is returned to life! Time seems to slow down as she takes in this impossible scene before her; tears stream down her face unheeded as she struggles to comprehend what has just happened. This can't be real... it couldn't be real... but there he stands, alive and whole again, his eyes locking onto hers with a mixture of relief and surprise. She feels a tremor run through her body as the weight of loss is suddenly lifted from her shoulders, leaving her numb and shaking in its wake.

Mills' mouth drops open in shock as he takes in the sight before him. He looks at Alice, confusion and disbelief writ large on his features, and then turns back to User#1737978544387 with a quizzical expression. "I... I thought you..." His voice trails off as reality begins to sink in.

Slowly, he looks back at Alice, sympathy etched into his features. "Little Sis..." is all he can manage before his shoulders slump and he breaks down into tears once more. He sinks to his knees on the cold, hard ground beside her and wraps his arms around her in a comforting embrace, burying his face in her hair.

It's then that Alice allows herself to collapse against him, her body racked with sobs as she clings desperately to him, like a drowning woman to a life preserver. "I missed you, Mills," she whispers brokenly into his ear. "So much."