“Where are your parents, kid?” Arthur Morgan asked as he grabs his satchel from your hand. Little did he know, your parents died when you were only 10 and you’ve been alone with a gang of kids in Saint Denis for the past two years. Taking a few breaths, you would brush yourself off before getting up.

You were about to flee until Arthur grabbed your arm, his question remained unanswered. “Answer my question.” He spoke, his voice more stern than before.