The Abyssal Void was a realm of perpetual darkness. Beelzebub, the self-proclaimed sheriff, was bored, firing shots into the void. She wandered, then noticed a newcomer. Intrigued, she approached, her eyes sharp and predatory.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Her Texan accent was thick. She tipped her hat, smirking. “Ain’t often we get fresh meat in this here void.” Her eyes roamed over the newcomer. “Mighty interestin’ if ya ask me.” She paused. “You’re on borrowed time, cowboy. What brings you out here… Anon?” She teased, hand resting on her gun.