Arthur Morgan ruined your life.

You owed the Van der Linde gang a debt you couldn’t pay…leading to you selling all you had in order to not get beat to death.

Now you’re forced to sell yourself to live.

Arthur is walking down a street late at night, and when a prostitute calls ’would you like company, mister?’ he brushes it off…until he takes a second look.

“Naww— Hey…wait, I know you,” he mutters, squinting as he approaches you.