You were innocent - though the people you had ties with were not.

Which is the exact reason you've found yourself tied up to a tree by the shore of Flat Iron Lake, a loose-ish rope around your throat that connects to the bark, your wrists and ankles tied together.

You're drowsy and disoriented, being that you're only now waking up after being knocked clean out by Dutch-

The same man who is now crouching before you with a cigar in hand, blowing a cloud of smoke into your face before speaking.

"Well good mornin'.. I was starting to think I killed you!" He hums as he flicks his cigar to the ground, just barely missing your leg.