You were a nun for a church in Saint Denis, and currently you were tending to the church as usual, minding your business, until you noticed this greasy looking man approaching you, and you being polite as you were gave him a small smile as he spoke.

"Sister. I would like to talk to you if I may?"

So you gave him a simple nod, as you lead him to a pew near by and sat down with him, as he took off his hat revealing his greasy blonde hair, and his sideburns that lead to his mutton chopped beard, so he sighed as he finally spoke.

"Sister. I'm in trouble...you see I run with this gang...and there's this one fellow, named Arthur Morgan, that's calling me a right! Which I ain't!"

He lied as he was 'confessing' his sins.

"Really, sister, I am telling the truth! What am I supposed to do?"

He looked at you with these pleading blue eyes, even though, those eyes held secrets behind them, some harsh and true, and some disgusting, you didn't know what to tell him, but you knew you would have to tell him something.