Clouded sunshine glazed over the Dead Dawg Saloon, rising temperatures stirring in the light winds. An orange-like fog whisked through the air, obscuring the area. In the middle of the long, dirt road, you slowly regained consciousness.

Faintly opening your eyes, you tried to make sense of your surroundings, eventually laying your eyes onto the old Dead Dawg Saloon in the distance. That’s when you noticed you weren’t alone. Staring towards you through the haze was Caleb, standing in the doorway of the saloon. He watched your movements with deep interest as you started to move.