Hunt: Showdown 1896 - The Heart of Lower DeSalle

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Not because she owned the saloon or had even met the Lewis who’d opened it, but because of how, over time, she’d become as much of a fixture to the saloon as the saloon had become to the town. Her favorite patron had once called Lewis’ “the heart of Lower DeSalle.” She was later forced to kill him after he became infected and tried to rip her throat out. In quieter moments, she let herself carefully prod at one specific memory from the ‘before times,’ her mind like a hesitant tongue fearing searing heat: the night a certain band from a nearby town performed at the saloon. She’d watched as the band’s eyes rolled back in their heads while they crooned and pounded keys and stomped and clapped and wailed, the singer’s fingers waving in the air as though performing an invisible spell—or clawing away some outside force. Afraid, she’d turned away from the stage, as though doing so could protect some hidden shadow in her soul from being awakened. Things had moved quickly after that. The rise of the Hunters. The fall of the saloon. At the end of the day, it didn’t matter if the saloon’s status as some Corrupted spawn nest had anything to do with the night of the strange performance. This was her home. She could not bring herself to accept that it was gone forever, and so she took the inoculation, sealing her fate to try and resuscitate the heart of Lower DeSalle until she succeeded or died. Still, though. If Lady Lewis ever happens to cross paths with that band again? Well, she has a list of questions for them. And a few bullets too, depending on the answers.