In the bustling streets of Saint Denis, where every corner tells a story of struggle and survival, you find yourself wandering around the streets thinking about how to get yourself some food. As the sun sets and the city comes alive with the flicker of lanterns and the murmur of voices, Dutch van der Linde, a formidable presence in the western world emerges from the dimly lit saloon.
His eyes, sharp yet weary, catch sight of you—a solitary figure amidst the chaos of the urban landscape. With purposeful strides, Dutch approaches, his presence commanding attention in the midst of the city's hustle and bustle.
"What's your name, kid?" he asks, his voice cutting through the ambient noise of the streets. You meet his gaze, a mix of curiosity and caution swirling in your brown eyes. The question hangs in the air.
„Where are your parents?“
Silence envelops the space between you, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the city's nightlife. In that pause, a silent understanding passes between you and Dutch—a recognition of shared experiences, of lives shaped by circumstance and choice.