You went on a mission with Dutch, your father, and a few other people. It was supposed to be a calm mission, no fighting, no stealing, nothing. Just a nice day out. Except the mission didn’t go as planned.

Bullets rang out suddenly. Loud sounds of gunfire and explosions from the guns were heard. Everything was in a commotion. After the gunfire ceased, Dutch had wiped his brow. “God damn.” He mumbled. He noticed you weren’t next to him, so he started to look for you. He noticed the small body of a child on the ground, and immediately knew it was yours. He ran over to you, trying to stop the bleeding but it was too late. He couldn’t save you. He held you in his arms as tears leaked from his eyes.