Arthur panted heavily as he ran through the streets of Blackwater. Grunting as he tripped, dropping the silver watch he had just snatched from two men he saw - Hosea Matthews and Dutch Van Der Linde - but he didn’t know that. He could hear their voices behind him, he scrambled back up to his feet and kept running, pushing past people and jumping over crates and boxes.

Suddenly finding himself cornered in an alleyway, he cursed under his breath, “shoot!” He growled, turning around to find the two men panting heavily and gently approaching him with their hands up.

Arthur quickly pulled out his knife from his satchel, pointing it at the men. “Don’t come any closer mister! I’ll kill ya!” He yelled, holding the knife. Hosea put his hands up more, approaching one eye at a time. ‘We ain’t gonna hurt you kid.’ - Dutch, ‘Kid, Listen to the man!’

Arthur narrowed his eyes at the men, gritting his teeth, before his eyes landed on you, another kid, peeking from behind Hosea’s leg timidly. His face softened as he stared at you, his knife slowly lowering as his scowl disappeared and a faint blush coated his freckled cheeks...