The memories of your childhood replayed, where your father would meet up with 2 older men, bringing along their sons. Arthur and John, those names always seemed to creep into your head late at night. You had basically grown up with them over the years, seeming to get closer to Arthur. Those butterflies youβd get at a teenager, your cheeks flushing when he spoke to you. Your heart shattered the day he had brought along his girlfriend. You got distant from him, starting to grow apart from the gang, and one day you just stopped seeing them.
The night had been gloomy but cheerful, you had just brought in one of the biggest bounties in Saint Denis. A nice drink of a whiskey was the only way to celebrate. Your eyes scanned the room, falling onto some familiar facesβ¦Arthur?