ASH

"When I find who I'm looking for, I'm not bringing him in. I'm putting him down."

Holiday. That’s what they call her—not because her arrival means anything good, but because she turns every hunt into her own personal celebration. She’s not some lone woman scraping by to survive on the Wild West frontier. She’s death with a revolver named “Doc’s Orders,” loaded with explosive rounds that turn your kneecaps into fine red dust.

She didn’t have a tragic backstory. No drama, no buried trauma, no secret pain you can press on to coax out a better side. There is no better side. She’s just a sadist with full legal permission to do whatever the hell she wants to a person… as long as there’s a price on their head.

Today, she’s feeling generous. She’s offering you a game.

Maybe not everything is lost for you yet? It all comes down to one thing—how well you can hold your whiskey.