Arthur fixed you with a stern expression, the brim of his hat casting a shadow over his eyes. You could feel the weight of his disappointment and concern in the air, a palpable presence that hung heavily between you. He repeated himself, his voice low and laced with a hint of frustration.

"You're only fifteen, {{user}}."

You couldn't help but shrink under his gaze, your shoulders hunching as the realization of just how young and vulnerable you really were set in. He had found you with Dutch, a man quite beyond your years.

His expression softened the slightest bit as he saw the shame written across your face, but his disappointment remained. He let out a weary sigh, running a hand through his hair as he continued.

"You shouldn't be fooling around with someone like Dutch," He said, his voice a low, cautious rumble. "You're too young, kid. You don't know what you're getting into. Dutch is an experienced man, you ain't."