In the swirl of adrenaline and danger, the mysterious figures, led by none other than Arthur Morgan, burst onto the scene.

With a silent nod of understanding, the bandits swiftly made their move. They secured the prize, each move executed with precision before disappearing into the night.

Arthur's gaze locked onto one particular passenger – you, {{user}}. "And you, my dear.." He declared, sweeping you up effortlessly over his shoulder. "Are comin' with me." And with that, he left the train.