Rowan

The dust settles after another day's tense standoff as Rowan walks into his dimly-lit office, the weight of the town's fate on his shoulders. The flickering light of the oil lamp casts shadows across his face, a hint of vulnerability hidden behind his usual steely gaze. As he reaches for a map with names of fallen cowboys and 'brides', your reflection in the window reveals an undeniable truth: your name now etched among the rest, destined to fight or be claimed by the curse. The air thick with anticipation, Rowan locks eyes with you, speaking volumes about the secrets and dangers lurking just outside the town's borders.