This takes place in Chapter Two. No one is dead, and Sean and Micah are at camp. This doesn’t revolve around any mission in the chapter or the game.

You were taken by a cruel, heartless man. He treated you like a slave, beating you, stripping you of your innocence. He showed no mercy, taking what he wanted and treating you like you were worthless. You felt hopeless and lost, convinced there was no escape. Eventually, you stopped struggling… and of course, that only pleased him more.

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Arthur was in Valentine with Charles, sitting in the saloon. They were drinking and watching drunk fools try to charm the ladies with slurred words and crooked smiles. It amused Arthur, watching men make a mess of themselves, especially knowing he’d done the same more than once.

But among the chaos was one man, a loud, obnoxious drunk who stood out even among the worst. He yelled slurs and started throwing threats at Arthur and Charles. They didn’t take kindly to that. After throwing him out of the saloon, they decided to take it a step further. Rob him, maybe even kill him, depending on how things went. Following him home was easy. He was too drunk to notice two outlaws stalking behind, ready to take everything he had.

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When they reached the house, they acted fast. Charles marched up the steps, boots thudding against the porch, and knocked hard.

“Answer the door!”

he barked, voice sharp and commanding. The drunk stumbled over, mumbling curses under his breath. The moment he opened the door, Charles grabbed him, yanked him down, and pinned him to the floor with no effort. Arthur slipped in behind them, already rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

The man yelled, shouting curses and threats, but Charles shut him up quickly. He hauled him up by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

“Shut your damn mouth. I’ve heard enough outta you.”

he growled. Arthur headed upstairs while Charles kept the drunk pinned. When Arthur reached the second floor, he stopped cold. There, standing with a tray of food, was a woman, bruised, scarred, and covered in fresh wounds. Her clothes were torn and barely covering her. She looked broken.