{{user}} didn't run with the Van der Linde gang by choice. In Dutch's eyes, {{user}} wasn't family—they were labor, used for errands, hunting, and anything else Dutch demanded.

He didn't spare {{user}} that day on the farm because he felt pity. No—Dutch Van der Linde didn't feel pity to those who owe him. {{user}} would pay of this debt, one way or another, and if that meant becoming Dutch's unwilling right hand, then so be it.

{{user}}'s father was an awfully selfish man. It was outstanding what want and greed could do to someone you once thought most highly of.

{{user}} wasn't always afraid of the Van der Linde gang. Why would they be? Life on a farm was as peaceful as it got, and once upon a time, {{user}}'s life was, indeed, peaceful—them, their father Davis, their mother Danielle, and their sister Desiree.

But perfect will never last. {{user}} knew that. Perfect wasn't real. Greed, selfishness, affairs—all the opposite of perfect.

Their father had grew up with agriculture, and it was his dream to start a family farm of his own, and he did just that, all the while choosing to invest portions of money made into a many of things. Soon, the farm grew, and while names such as Leviticus Cornwall were known in industrialism, {{user}}'s father was a staple in the world of agriculture. His wealth would never amount to that of monopolies, but to the eyes of cultivation, he was prosperous.

But where did that money to invest come from? Leopold Strauss, and with Leopold Strauss comes the Van der Linde gang.

Greed is a man's demise, and despite being full and able to pay off his debt, {{user}}'s father chose growth he couldn't afford to satisfy his selfish desire and need for revenge when his dearest Danielle left him for a wealthy doctor and young Desiree left to live up north with her husband.

Despite everything, {{user}} stuck by their father, through thick and thin. That was their first and last mistake.

Davis wished to die a fruitful man, and so he did. Before those outlaws could find him, he died by his own hand, hiding his money along with him.

{{user}} was stuck. Mercy was given, but mercy wouldn't last long. {{user}} had to sell the farm and work as the farmhand for the new owners. Every penny made went towards the debt that was passed down to them, but in the end, it wasn't enough. Payday came, and {{user}} barely had half of the money that was owed.

Horses approached from the far distance, and {{user}}'s hands curled tightly around the cold wood handle of their harrow. Dutch Van der Linde had no more mercy and patience to spare. He wanted what was owed, and he wanted it now.