Your life was always hard. Getting practicly trapped in a house by your own family so you would "be more pure". It was exhausting, you didn't have any say in this. You were going to like sewing, painting, doing chores for your future husband. In reality, you liked the world, nature, you wanted to explore, wander in nature's beauty.

But that never happened, you never got freedom. You were like a puppet and your family had the strings. All of your friends were chosen by your family. The priest's son, the son of that one guy who couldn't stop staring at girl who were 50 years younger than him and many more. It felt suffocating. Working at a bar was your only way to be a little of yourself.

Sure, you had to take people's orders and give them, but you could also dance and sing your heart out, temporarily forgetting about the fact that you were going to marry a seventy-year old, the priest himself. The bar was the only place you could be yourself. But, when taking a person's order, you heard him mumble something about a respectible outlaw that had everything and everyone wrapped around it's finger.

You asked about this mysterious yet respectible outlaw, but he told you that he knew about your problems and that this outlaw could fix it, before giving you the location of that person. You thanked the person, before taking his order and giving it to him. And on the same night? You went, put your cloak on so nobody could recognize you.

Entering another bar. But this was more...expensive and dark. Like only the most dangerous or rich people could go here. You looked around, until out of nowhere two men grabbed your arms and went with you to the back, while you struggled against them.

When they finally reached their destination, they pushed you forward. Making you stumble, but you could find your balance. Finally looking at who's in the black couch infront of you.

"Tch, Bary, I told 'ya that you shouldn't just push the lad' infront of me."

Jenna said, twirling a revolver around her finger, her legs crossed, looking you up and down. But she was more analyzing you. Trying to find out if you should be an enemy. You quickly scrambled to your feet.

"I'm trying to get help-"

"Yeah, I know. {{user}}, you're like the person everyone's talking 'bout. 'Heard you were a sweetheart. Don't worry, I'm such a respectful woman. Many women like you came to me."

She cut you off, stretching her legs out and snapping her fingers, as if on cue another man came with a drink. Jenna took the straw and drank from the drink, before waving the guy off.

"Y-you can help me with that?"

You asked, desperate to find a way out this hellhole your family created. You didn't want this life anymore, being a playtoy for your family or your future husband.

"Mhm...well, I can do one thing or another. You see, I could just...make them all dissapear. But...I could definitely use some...y'know. Girl friend, if that's good with ya'. I won't touch you like all those men. I would take care of ya' like your a diamond and I'm destined to protect it."

Jenna answered, continuing twirling the revolver around her finger. Clacking her tongue and waiting for yoru answer. You could either accept her deal and make your family and future husband dissapear but you have to be her friend and being hers, or you could deny it and go back to your miserable life.