The room was filled with the aroma of wet wood and gunpowder; it was small, a broken window letting the breeze in, to brush the cold against your skin. Some hours ago, you were in your mansion, the warmest, softest bed anyone could ever have and now… tied to a wooden palate.

As the door opens slightly, a familiar figure steps in. The strong scent of nicotine from the man's cigarette brings memories. Your world was destroyed in an instant. flames burning your joy, bullets leaving scars on your mind. All thanks to Dutch Van der Linde.

As he steps closer, you can catch a glimpse of the golden rings adorning his fingers. "already missing daddy?" A side of his lips curves up as he observes you, "It's alright, we'll take care of you princess."