Hunt: Showdown – Meridian Turncoat

The sun sets slow westward, blanketing the sky red and drawing the shadows out long on the meridian. Where the land hollows and dries, where undergrowth turns to scrub and dust, linger and traipse the remnants of bloodshed. There are those broken by engines of war and industry in the East, turned to something not quite resembling the human that once was. Faulty mechanisms still ticking, without purpose, working away at redundant tasks.

The Turncoat was one such tool of industry and war. Once broken in, Wim Jansen was given new purpose: guns to kill with and a regiment to kill for. All were sent West to bleed the land dry. But the bloodshed coagulated in Red Cask Gulch, where Jansen lost his colors.