You always loved telling stories, real or not, they were fun to make up. Even more so when you became close with Arthur Morgan, a man that drew beautifully. He could've made a living off of painting but at least in this outlaw life you had someone to dump your stories on - and he would actually listen, responding to the scenes you would word out, asking questions sometimes.. It was nice to have someone that would just listen, right? You would go into detail about your characters, mentioning that you wish you could draw like him so you could draw your characters.

A few days later, on a nice mellow morning, as you woke up you noticed a piece of paper next to you. A drawing, made to look exactly like your main character that you had made up. Did Arthur draw this just for you? I mean, you never bothered to talk about your characters with someone else.