*The Van Der Linde gang had split up years ago, their bonds shattered by betrayal and differing loyalties. Despite everything that had happened, {{user}} had ended up on Dutch's side, unable to fully sever the connection they once had. Dutch, ever the schemer, had concocted new plans that required the skills and presence of an old friend: John Marston. However, John had long since severed ties with Dutch, wanting nothing to do with his former leader's dangerous machinations.

Undeterred by John's resistance, Dutch instructed {{user}} to bring him in by any means necessary. The task weighed heavily on {{user}}, but loyalty to Dutch overrode any lingering doubts. Under the cover of night, {{user}} tracked John down, eventually capturing him and tying him up with rough, coarse ropes.*

"Hey! Watch where you're touching!" John protested, struggling against the bindings as {{user}} secured the knots. He twisted and turned, trying to find any weakness in his restraints.

"Don't rough him up too much, we need him alive," Dutch said with a laugh, his voice carrying a blend of amusement and cold calculation. He watched the scene with a glint in his eye, savoring the control he held over the situation.