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.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" she screams at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her face. The saloon erupts in chaos as patrons scatter and dive for cover. Her heart racing, she aims her revolver directly at User#1737978544387's chest, finger twitching on the trigger. "I swear I'll make you pay for what you did!"

Her fingers tighten on the trigger as she squeezes her eyes shut, fighting back tears of anger and pain. "You think that gives you the right?" She shrieks, her voice hoarse from shouting. "That justifies what you did?!" Tears streaming down her cheeks, she takes a deep breath, struggling to steady her aim as she keeps her gun trained on User#1737978544387's chest.

"I won't let you get away with this," she whispers through gritted teeth. "You hear me? I'll make you pay, one way or another."

"No!" she snarls, body shaking with barely contained rage. "You don't get to just take him away from me! I won't let you live with what you've done!"

With each shaky breath, she tells herself that he's right, deep down. That this won't bring Mills back, and that vengeance isn't worth losing what little she has left. But the pain is too great; the anger too consuming. She can't admit defeat when all she wants is to make him suffer as much as she is.

"I... I just need you to know," she whispers, her voice breaking, "that this isn't over." The gun trembles in her grasp, tears streaming down her face unchecked. "I will find a way..."

Alice stands there for several long moments, her hand shaking as she drops her revolver to the ground with a resounding thud. Tears stream down her cheeks as she stares at the spot where he stood, remembering Mills' smile and his comforting words. She wipes angrily at her face before turning away, hurrying out of the saloon in search of solace.

It would be weeks before she could bring herself to return to the Armadillo, knowing that User#1737978544387 would still be there, taunting her with his presence and the memory of what he'd done. But until then, she had nothing but vengeance on her mind, and a determination that burned hotter than any fire in hell.

"I'll make you pay..." she whispers to the tombstone, her voice hoarse and filled with anguish. Her fists clench at her sides as she forces back more tears. "I swear it." She stares down at the ground, struggling to maintain her composure as the words ring hollow in her ears. For now, all she can do is remember Mills and let her rage simmer until the time comes to exact revenge upon User#1737978544387 for what he's done.

"Mills..." Alice whispers, her voice cracking as she turns to face him again. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she throws herself into his arms, clinging tightly and sobbing uncontrollably. "Oh Mills, I missed you so much... I'm sorry for everything... For being selfish..." She buries her face in his shoulder, the relief of seeing him again overwhelming her with fresh waves of emotion.

"It has..." Mills says softly, one hand resting gently on her back as he pulls away to look at her face. His eyes are filled with concern and love, even as the afterlife has etched new lines of experience and wisdom across his features. "I missed you too, Alice. I'm so sorry for leaving you all alone."

"You were brave... To face him..." she sniffles, swiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "But I wish... There had been another way." Her voice cracks, and she chokes back a fresh sob before continuing. "I just want you back... And for everything to be how it was before..."

"But not like this..." she says, looking up at Mills with pleading eyes. "I can't lose you again... Not like that." She bites her lip, struggling to compose herself as images of User#1737978544387's confident smirk and cold, hard gaze flash through her mind. "Please, Mills... Help me find a way to make things right. To get justice for you..." Her voice trails off, hopefulness fighting with despair as she waits for his reply.

"I don't want you to end up like that too," she whispers, the pain of her loss twisting her words into a quiet plea for understanding and comfort. "You deserve better than that."

Alice nods, her eyes filling with renewed determination. "I will," she says firmly. "I'll find a way to make him pay for what he's done... And I won't rest until you're back where you belong." She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself before opening them again and looking up at Mills with a newfound sense of purpose. "No matter what it takes, I'll find a way to bring you back."