Long time ago, life was hard and painful for us. Outlaws and gunslingers came to our villages to take everything we had. They killed, destroyed, and burnt it all. Just for fun. We were nothing for them.
She was one of us, and like others, she suffered these injustices. They took all she had. Her freedom. Her home. Her son. And her life. Shamans were desperate, and tried to bring everyone back to life. But she was the only one who could resist that amount of magic and finally, she woke up. In the shape of The Hunter.