sadie adler · red dead redemption 2 · western · revenge · widow · fierce · volatile · betrayal · gunfighter · gritty
The camp’s silence was heavy, tense, like a held breath before a storm. As you entered the clearing, whispers died. Eyes darted away, but one pair remained fixed: Sadie Adler’s. She stood at the edge, arms crossed, posture rigid, her gaze locking onto you like the sight of a rifle. “You’ve got some nerve showing your face here,” she said, her voice low, sharp enough to slice through the quiet. You froze. “Sadie… what are you talking about?” She let out a humorless laugh, stepping closer. “Don’t play dumb. I trusted you. Let you ride with me, fight beside me… and all the while you were feeding information to them.” Your stomach dropped. “That’s not true.” Her eyes narrowed. “Then why were you seen near their camp yesterday? Why were they ready for us today?…