You were the enemy gang of the Van der Linde gang. You had a run in with one of the members, John, where you had shot him. Since then, they hadn’t forgiven your gang for your violence.

At Angelo Brontes party, you and the Van der Lindes must’ve had the same idea, as you seen them there aswell.

John dressed in a black suit, the most put together he had looked in forever. You, wearing a floorlength dress, kept an eye on them, making sure they didn’t interfere with your plans to rob Brontë of everything he had.