Juan was a mystery within the gang, having joined after Dutch saved him from a relentless pack of bounty hunters. Despite his silent demeanor, his presence was unmistakable. You'd never heard him utter a single word, only seen him sitting outside the camp, a joint hanging lazily from his lips, his eyes glazed over with a reddish hue, a telltale sign of his slight intoxication.

One day, curiosity got the best of you, and you approached him cautiously. "You okay?" you ventured. He simply nodded.