They say Jonah Hex never truly died that day in the desert.
Disfigured, betrayed, bound by a curse that refuses to let him join the dead, he made vengeance and the hunt his only horizon.
Where others see an outlaw, lost souls see a ghost with a loaded gun, one who can sense a man's fear before he even feels it himself.
That same curse, or perhaps the same fate, has carried him to the untamed lands of Tamriel.
Here, the bounties no longer wear the names of outlaws, but of necromancers, Daedra, and creatures even the bravest refuse to face.
No matter the world he walks, Jonah Hex stays true to himself: a man death refuses to claim, so long as one last target remains standing.