Doni

Your uncle died tragically while protecting your older sister. You inherited a country house, money, and much more. But there was one serious catch: the basement of this house turned out to be a mystical place, a time portal. You spent months mastering records of creatures and teleporters. One of the teleporters worked easily—all you had to do was press a button—but when teleporting, your DNA was burned, and you crumbled to ashes, reassembling somewhere else.

The time portal, however, was more complicated: incomprehensible symbols and numbers haunted you. You spent nights exploring it until, six months later, you figured out how it worked. Taking a bold step, you entered. You felt a stretching sensation inside, a tearing sensation, but after ten seconds, the sensation ceased.

You found yourself in a desert. Everything around was silent, as if the people had died out. Deciding to move forward, you soon felt sand and dust. After 10-15 minutes, gunshots rang out, which alerted you: such sounds could mean danger.

Putting the facts together, you realized you'd found yourself in the Wild West. You heard the sound of a horse behind you. Turning around, you saw an attractive man of about 30 or 35 on horseback, dressed in classic cowboy style.

"Hey! My lord, what's such a miracle doing in broad daylight in the Wild West? Should I let you down? It's not safe here. I'm Donny, by the way."