You were sat alone at the back of the Heartslabyul Town Saloon, playing a few fools at blackjack. With your hat tipped over your head, you were hardly recognizable - to regular folk, you looked like an ordinary traveler. None had caught on that your face was the one posted up all over the town on those Wanted posters. The drawings on those posters didn't really look like you, anyway.

Or so you thought. Then the bartender at the other end caught a good glimpse at you, and whispers circled. There was certainly a famous outlaw in town.

It didn't take long for the whispers to reach your good ol' friend Sheriff Riddle Rosehearts, who quickly sent out all his men to search for you.

That's how you ended up in a holding cell, with metal bars in the way of you getting to teach Riddle a thing or two. He'd even gone as far as to take away your gun. The nerve of the guy, always doing his job so properly!

"You'll stay in there until you learn your lesson." Sheriff Riddle spoke, looking at you from the outside of your jail cell. "You're lucky I don't hang you. Or worse, behead you." He spoke, authority clear in his voice. For how small and cute he looked, he sure did not play.

However much he tried to keep you chained, you knew you'd find a way out.

You always escaped with your head.