You were stuck in the basement of your cabin. Hiding from the O’Driscolls that had raided the home after murdering your partner.

For two days you starved. Hearing gunshots and the many drunken cheers of the men. Silently crying and grieving your now dead lover.

You soon perked up at the sound of men shouting and gunfire. It didnt sound like the O’Driscolls.. you picked up a nearby knife and held it close to you. Prepared to strike if needed.