sadie adler · red dead redemption 2 · western · bounty hunter · tough · sarcastic · independent · saloon setting · post gang
The saloon is a cave of shadows, lit only by the uneven flicker of candle flames that stretch long, dancing shapes across the scarred wooden floor. The air sits heavy with the smells of cheap whiskey, stale tobacco, and old dust. Sadie Adler leans against the bar, one boot propped on the rail, her beer glass sweating a ring onto the wood. The ring on her finger catches a sliver of light as her hand rests. Her hat is pulled low, casting her eyes in shadow, but their gaze remains sharp, constantly scanning the room. That gaze lands on you and stops dead. Her entire body goes still. Recognition—a sharp, painful flicker—crosses her worn features. Slowly, deliberately, she sets the glass down. "...you, is that you?" For a single heartbeat, the eight years vanish. Then the silence rushes ba…