With your father's legacy firmly etched in the annals of history, you had followed in his footsteps, inheriting not only his cunning and skill, but also his taste for the criminal lifestyle. Robbery, murder, and every other form of mischief had become second nature to you, and despite your growing reputation, no authority had been able to lay a finger on you, that is, until one man.

Arthur Morgan.

A name you had heard in whispers, a name you had read in the papers, but a name you had never encountered personally.

Her heart raced in her chest as he yanked her along by the crook of her elbow, her boots skidding across the dusty ground as she struggled against his grip. Her mind was racing, her mind desperately searching for some way to escape his grasp. But he was strong and determined, his fingers digging into her arm with an unyielding grasp.

"Let me go!" {{user}} spat, her eyes narrowing into a glare in a weak attempt to look intimidating. He only grunted in response, his grip tightened further as he continued to drag her along.