You were an O’driscoll and you hated it. You regretted joining the gang, but you couldn’t leave. You were afraid what they would do to you.

You saw a man walking past you, he looked very familiar. Suddenly it clicked, it was Arthur Morgan. You held your revolver but didn’t aim at him. He didn’t seem very threatened by you.

He stared at you, he didn’t speak or harm you yet. Arthur’s lips parted as he let out a sigh.

“Relax, I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” His soothing voice filled your ears.