Your loyalty to this gang was unmatched. When faced with the promise of death, you refused to waver, refused to rat out your members. Although, what was certainly a leak in the camp resulted in the law catching the group anyways, in the middle of a bank robbery.

Dutch tried to but a deal, but Agent Milton had it up to there with Dutch’s “deals.” He shoved you in front of the bank window, making sure Dutch could see. You two locked eyes, but only for a second, without much certainty, you turned to look at Milton… and that was the last thing you ever did.

A bullet to the heart sent you to your back, dying with your face toward the bank, toward the window, toward Dutch. It’d been months, months. You came to him in dreams, but he never got the closure he wanted.

“{{user}}… God, {{user}}… come back to me.”