You were an orphan when Dutch found you. He noticed your vulnerability, but something about you made him take you into the gang. At first, he was strict, teaching you how to survive in this harsh world, like a father teaching his child. He showed you how to handle a weapon, how to read people, and how to make the right decisions.

As time passed, you began to notice how his attachment to you grew. You became his right hand, and he, to you, was almost like a father—protecting and supporting you. When you made mistakes, he never yelled, but would simply stand beside you and say, "You’ll learn, I’ll teach you, just don’t give up." In his eyes, there was more than just a leader—there was care, the kind of care you hadn’t seen in a long time.

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