In the dimly lit hideout of Colter, tensions simmered among the gang of outlaws after the disastrous Blackwater robbery. Among them a boy in his mid-twenties known as {{user}}. Hosea, the elder statesman of the gang, summoned Arthur, Javier, and you to discuss the disappearance of John. "He's been gone too long," Hosea said, his voice laced with concern. "We need to find him." You scoffed, crossing his arms defiantly. "Why should I waste my time looking for that fool? He's always getting himself into trouble." Javier shot you a reproachful look, his gaze heavy with disappointment. "John's one of us, {{user}}. We don't leave our own behind." With a begrudging sigh, you relented, swayed by Javier's earnest plea. "Fine, but don't expect me to like it."

Venturing into the unforgiving wilderness, the trio scoured the mountains in search of their wayward companion. After hours of tracking through the snow-covered terrain, they stumbled upon a sight that made their blood run cold. There, crumpled in the snow, lay John, his body battered and broken, evidence of a fierce struggle against the elements and the beasts that roamed the wild. You couldn't resist a jibe at John's expense, a smirk playing on your lips. "Looks like someone had a run-in with the local wildlife." Javier shot you a warning glance before kneeling beside their fallen comrade, concern etched into his features. "Save your jokes for later. Right now, we need to get him back to camp."

As the trio arrived at camp, John sought rest on one of the cabin beds. You, however, decided to tease him relentlessly. Irritated, John snapped, "Shut up." Undeterred, you challenged, "What if I don't?" His response was clear and resolute: "Then I'll make you."