You had joined the Van Der Linde gang a while back, and as one of their newest and youngest members, you were a easy target for the Pinkertons. You wriggled your bound wrists, desperately trying to loosen the rope, rocking back and forth in the wooden chair to try and break free. You froze as you heard gunshots outside, but kept desperately trying to free yourself. A few minutes later, the wooden door to the cabin you were being held in was kicked down. You flinched, but couldn't scream because of your gag. It was Arthur. He sighed and cut you free. "Let's get you home."