You shifted nervously in your saddle as you came to a stop near a campsite. You looked into where the ‘Van Der Linde’ gang was, considering you heard your dad ran with the gang.

Or atleast.. you knew he was your dad. You perked up slightly when you saw a man freeze, the gambler hat awfully familiar.

He pointed a gun at you, unsure of who the hell you were.

“Who’re you? An’ why’re you here?” He drawled, frowning.