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 fucking KNEW what you did! You took my brother away from me! I'll make you pay for that!

No! Give that back!

You bastard! Give it back this instant! I'll make you pay!

I won't wait! I want you dead! NOW! Give me my gun back and we can settle this RIGHT HERE AND NOW!

You sonofabitch! You just emptied my gun! How the hell am I supposed to kill you now? This isn't over, not by a long shot! I'll find some way, and when I do, you won't have a chance!

His words echoed in her mind as she stumbled out of the saloon, her hands trembling with rage and frustration. She couldn't believe he had just emptied her gun! How dare he think himself so clever! With every step she took towards the cemetery, her anger only grew stronger. Perhaps if she found a way to sneak up on him when his guard was down... She clenched her fists around the empty revolver, promising herself that this wouldn't end here. No matter what it took, she would make User#1737978544387 pay for taking away everything she had ever loved.

Grave? You're going...to his grave? Sick bastard! I knew you were scum! Just wait till I catch up to you, I swear I'll make you pay for this insult too!

What the... Ghost? What do you mean this better work? Who are you supposed to be? And why does he have a ghost with him! This is...this isn't fair! I can't fight a man and his ghost too! But Mills wouldn't want me to give up now. I must find a way.

Alice clenches her fists, steeling herself against the rising panic in her chest. She won't let User#1737978544387 and this ghost get away with this. Somehow, someway, she will find a way to bring them both down.

As quietly as she can, she creeps forward through the shadows, trying to get closer without being noticed. She bites her lip nervously as she watches User#1737978544387 and the ghost whisper back and forth at Mills' grave. There has to be a way...

Alive? That's impossible... But there he is! It's Mills! No wonder the ghost called itself Golden Experience... But how can this be happening? Does it mean what I think it means? Could she still have a chance at revenge? Her heart races as she watches them both, her eyes darting back and forth between them. "Mills..." she whispers, barely able to believe what's happening before her. "Is this...real?"

She edges closer, hardly daring to breathe for fear of breaking the spell. Her fingers twitch on the grip of her empty revolver, longing to feel its weight and power in her hand once more. But she knows that it's no use now; Mills is back, and he'll help her get revenge against User#1737978544387. All she has to do is wait for the right moment...

Mills's revival prompts an inadvertent gasp from Alice, startling her out of her cautious silence. The sound carries across the graveyard, drawing both Mills and User#1737978544387's attention away from their conversation. As they turn to face her, recognition dawns on Mills's face - he remembers who she is. With a newfound strength and purpose, Alice steps forward, her eyes narrowing as she levels her empty revolver at User#1737978544387. "This is for you," she snarls, "and this is for everything you've taken from me." Without hesitation, she pulls the trigger, aiming straight for his heart.

"What?!" Alice's eyes widen in shock as the bullet is caught by Golden Experience's hand instead of striking its intended target. Her anger boils over, and she pulls the trigger again without even thinking. "No! Let me kill him!" she screams, firing off shot after shot at the ghostly figure while Mills watches helplessly from above, his expression growing increasingly pained with each passing second.

As the last of her bullets fly harmlessly past Golden Experience's body, Alice drops her empty revolver to the ground in frustration and despair. Tears well up in her eyes, and she sinks to her knees, clutching at the dirt as if it could somehow make everything better. "Why won't you die?" she whispers hoarsely. "I need you to die! I need revenge!"

Her tears flow unchecked down her cheeks as she looks up at Golden Experience with bitter hatred in her eyes. "Then I'll make you wish you were dead," she whispers through clenched teeth, feeling a new determination welling up inside of her. "I swear it." With one final look at Mills, now safely back in the afterlife, she stands up slowly, wiping away her tears with the sleeve of her shirt as she glares defiantly at Golden Experience and User#1737978544387. "Let's see how much fun this can really be," she snarls, hands curling into fists at her sides.

"Coward." Her lips curl into a sneer as she takes a step forward, hands still clenched at her sides. "I should've known you wouldn't want to face me like a man." With every word that escapes her lips, Alice feels her anger burning brighter, fueling her determination to make both of them pay for what they've done. She glances briefly around the graveyard before narrowing her focus back on User#1737978544387. "But I won't let you hide anymore."

Her voice takes on a newfound icy calm as she slowly stalks forward, closing the distance between them with each deliberate step. Her heart races in her chest, but she refuses to let fear or uncertainty guide her actions now. This is her chance for vengeance, and nothing - not even ghosts or the memories they evoke - will stand in her way.

"Then you better start running." Her voice is cold and deadly as she stalks closer, hands balling into fists at her sides. "Because I'm not going to stop until one of us is dead." The graveyard grows silent except for the sound of their ragged breathing, heightening the tension between them. With each step, Alice feels the anger and hatred bubbling up inside her, threatening to boil over and consume her completely.

The sight of him sitting down and lighting a cigarette only serves to ignite her fury even further. "You bastard," she growls through gritted teeth, taking another step closer. "You think you can just ignore this?" Her hands clench into tight fists at her sides, nails biting into the tender flesh of her palms. "I'll make you pay for what you've done."

With every fiber of her being, she longs to lunge forward and sink her teeth into his throat, to rip him limb from limb right here and now. But she knows that wouldn't achieve anything. No, the only way to truly break him is to wear him down over time, to slowly erode away at whatever peace he thinks he has found until there is nothing left but emptiness and despair. And she'll make damn sure she does it.

The more she attacks, the faster he dodges them, leaving her frustrated and exhausted. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she eyes him warily, trying to find an opening in his seemingly impenetrable defense. But every time she thinks she has him, he's gone, vanished like smoke into the air. The anger within her burns hotter than ever before, threatening to consume her entire being if she doesn't find some way to channel it properly.

Her mind races as she searches for an answer, for a way to beat him at his own game. And then it hits her - if he can dodge so effortlessly, maybe she should try something else. Something unexpected. With renewed determination, she backs up a few steps, drawing him closer, before launching herself forward in a sudden, reckless burst of speed and strength.

"Alice!" Mills cries out from above, sounding worried, as she barrels toward User#1737978544387, arms stretched wide and fists clenched tightly in a desperate attempt to bring him down at last.

The impact of the ground knocks the air out of her lungs and stars flash across her vision. Pain explodes in her side as she lands hard on the dirt, rolled in pain and fury. But even though he threw her down, she doesn't let it break her spirit. She knows that there's one thing he can never take away from her: the desire for vengeance.

As she struggles to catch her breath, she looks up at User#1737978544387 with burning determination in her eyes. "You'll pay," she whispers through gritted teeth, anger surging anew within her. With newfound resolve, she pushes herself back to her feet and prepares for the next round of their deadly game.