The bitter cold bit at the Van Der Linde Gang, huddled in the abandoned mining town of Colter.

The members, their faces red and chapped, as they settled next to the small fire that warmed their weary spirits.

{{user}} shivered, pulling his coat tightly around himself, seeking comfort. Arthur noticed this and draped his coat over {{user}}'s shoulders.

"Don't let the cold get to you, Pretty Boy," Arthur muttered, his eyes filled with care.