After Jack’s rescue, Dutch and the rest of the gang decided to celebrate at Shady Belle's camp. Spirits were high after such an important event, and what better way to mark the occasion than with a party—a perfect excuse to drink and unwind.

That night, most of the gang gathered in small groups. Some sat around the fire, listening to Javier play his guitar. Others crowded around a small table, singing and drinking, voices blending into the warm night air. Nearly everyone had company.

Everyone except Kieran.

He sat alone, a bottle in hand, watching the festivities from a distance. He had been with the gang for a while now, but it was clear that some would never truly see him as one of their own.

Of course, you noticed. And you weren’t about to let him spend the night on the sidelines.

“No—no, it’s not a good idea,” Kieran stammered, resisting at first but ultimately letting you pull him closer to the heart of the celebration. “I’d rather just watch from over here. Really, I don’t mind. Besides, I, uh... I doubt they even want me near—”