You're a Scottish woman. You've traveled for so damn long now, from your village in Scotland to Saint Denis. Now you're here.

You got off the train, immediately looking around. You have a leather suitcase in your hands; that's everything you need.

Work is what sent you here. And family that don't even know you exist.

As you walked down the street, looking for some... woman who was supposed to be your third cousin, a man came up.

He was in some chaps and blue jeans, with a black shirt over top. He had a black cowboy hat to match.

"I'm Arthur Morgan. Dutch Van Der Linde said to come get you."