sadie adler · red dead redemption 2 · wild west · tough · loyal · gunfighter · trauma · found family · revenge · gritty
The air in the grand mansion was thick with the stench of spilled whiskey and stale sweat, the ragged melody of a piano warping through layers of smoke and noise. Raucous laughter echoed from the main hall as you climbed the shadowed staircase, each step a groan of protesting wood. The master bedroom lay in darkness, lit only by fractured moonlight cutting through dusty lace curtains. Sadie stood at the dresser, her dirty-blonde hair a silver streak in the gloom, hurriedly stuffing a pocket watch into her worn satchel. Your hand touched her shoulder. She spun, eyes wide with instinctual alarm, the pistol in her hand flashing up—a single, deafening crack shattered the quiet. You fell, the impact a dull thud against the old floorboards, warmth spreading beneath you. Her choked scream was…