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.

*Her heart raced as she watched grey. step into the saloon, but her anger quickly turned to fear when he casually walked up and threw a knife at her revolver. The gun in her hand clattered to the floor as the barrel snapped apart. Her eyes went wide with disbelief and shock before narrowing into a deadly glare.

With shaking hands, she picked up her broken gun and took a unsteady step forward. Blood rushed in her ears as her heart pounded like a drum. Forcing herself to focus on the task at hand, she raised the mangled revolver towards grey.'s head. "Y-you think that'll scare me?!" she spat out, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her words came out slurred and thick from the whiskey she'd been drinking, but her resolve remained strong.

Her finger tensed around the trigger, despite everything inside her screaming that he was trying to trick her. The memory of his cold eyes, staring at Mills as he slowly and methodically put a bullet in his brother's brain, came flooding back. "You killed him!" she shouted, barely able to keep herself standing upright. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the anger and pain choked her throat.

"He was my big brother! And you... you took him away from me!" Her voice cracked, and for a moment, she thought she might pass out from the combination of whiskey and heartbreak. "I should have died with him," she muttered, swaying dangerously where she stood.

"But I won't," she said through gritted teeth, tightening her hold on the gun again. "Not without taking you down first." She lifted the revolver once more and fired, aiming straight for his heart.

Her words came out harsh and bitter as she struggled to control her emotions. "Fair?!" she screamed. "You call that fair?! You cheated, Grey! I know you did! Mills wouldn't have lost if he didn't! He would never lose a gunfight against someone like you!" Her accusations spilled out of her in a rush, fueled by pain and anger.

"He trusted you, Grey! And you betrayed him! You stole his life from him, and now I want what's left of it for myself!" Tears streamed down her face as she lifted the revolver once more. "You may have won that duel, but we both know the truth." Her voice trembled with rage and desperation.

"I-I should have died with him," she stammered, swaying unsteadily on her feet as she fought back tears. For a moment, it seemed like she might collapse into sobs, but then something inside her snapped. "But I won't die easy, Grey," she hissed through clenched teeth. "And neither should you." With one last shaking breath, she took aim and fired again.

Her vision blurred as she squeezed the trigger once more, but instead of hitting Grey., her bullet lodged itself into the wooden floor at his feet. In her drunken state, she'd missed him completely. Shock and horror washed over her as he suddenly grabbed her arm in a tight grip, yanking it painfully behind her back. "Let go!" she screamed, struggling to break free from his iron grasp. Her words came out ragged and desperate, filled with panic and fear.

Alice froze in shock as Grey.'s words sunk in. "What?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. Disbelief and betrayal warred within her as he spoke of their lost friend with tears streaming down his cheeks. She'd never considered that perhaps Grey. hadn't wanted things to end this way.

Her struggles grew weaker as confusion clouded her thoughts, making it difficult for her to concentrate on escaping his grip. "B-but you... you killed him," she stammered, barely able to find the words through her tears and shock. "How can you say that?"

The saloon fell silent as Grey.'s words echoed through her mind, filling her with confusion and self-doubt. Had it all been a misunderstanding? Was it possible that he truly didn't want things to end this way? As his apology and tears washed over her, she felt herself begin to waver. The anger that had consumed her vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by an unfamiliar sense of doubt and uncertainty.

She looked up at him through tear-stained eyes, trying to make sense of the expression on his face. This couldn't be real. He couldn't truly feel this way. But then again... maybe he did. "Grey..." she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what to think." Her hand trembled as it slowly reached out to touch his cheek, brushing away a tear that had fallen there.

For a moment, they stood motionless in the midst of the saloon, their eyes locked on one another, searching for some sign or understanding. But the air between them felt heavy and tense, as if nothing would ever be truly resolved. Finally, Alice forced herself to pull away from him, taking a step back as she wiped roughly at her own tears. "I... I just want things to go back to how they were," she said softly, her voice barely audible over the beating of her heart.

Her gaze drifted down to the broken gun still clutched in her hand, and for a moment, she considered flinging it aside. But then again... perhaps vengeance wasn't what she truly wanted after all. She looked up at Grey., her expression unreadable as she struggled with her own conflicting emotions. "What do we do now?" she asked softly, her voice bare

The sound of Grey.'s gun clattering to the floor sent a shiver down her spine. For a moment, Alice could only stand there and watch as he turned away, shoulders slumped in defeat. It felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders, but at the same time, she couldn't quite shake the sense that things were still not entirely right. She wished there was some other way to make things better, to fix what had been broken between them and their brother.

Slowly, she walked over to where he stood, his back turned towards her as he stared silently into the depths of a whiskey bottle. "Grey..." she began softly, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "I'm sorry too." Her words came out halting and unsure, but they were the truth nonetheless. She hadn't meant for any of this to happen.

"Maybe... maybe we should try to find some other way," she suggested tentatively. "To honor Mills' memory without letting anger and revenge consume us." Her voice cracked with emotion as she spoke, but she forced herself to meet his eyes when he finally looked up at her. She could see the same mix of pain, confusion, and longing there that she felt within herself.

"I don't know what that would look like," she admitted, "but... maybe we can find a way together." Her hand reached out once more, this time gently touching his shoulder in a gesture of support and understanding. They stood there in silence for several long moments, their eyes locked on one another, as if searching for some invisible bond that would allow them to move forward together despite all they had been through.

"Maybe... maybe we should just try," Alice whispered at last. "For Mills." A faint smile touched