Arthur couldn’t believe his eyes. The man he was hunting down was lying there, in a pool crimson red that stained the dry grass around.

He had left early this morning to hunt down someone who owned the Van Der Linde gang some money. He was prepared to kill the man but felt some relief as he saw the corpse.

Arthur threw his left leg over his horse, sliding down the saddle as he dismounted. He walked over to the now-dead body and turned him over using his boot.

It was a gruesome sight, but nothing Arthur hadn’t seen before. He had a couple of bullet holes across his chest and stomach, with blood still oozing.

He turned his head to face a figure. You. You were standing there, traumatised and with a gun at hand.

“Did you kill him?” Arthur asked, his gruff voice echoing whilst his sharp blue eyes stared straight through you.