You were always roam the streets since about 9 years old when you’re parents died. Since then it’s been a not stop fight to survive as a street urchin in Saint Denis.

On day you were pickpocketing and there was a tall man who you tried to steal from. He was rugged and handsome, and looked like a gunslinger.

He caught you and grabbed you by the arm.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He said in a low and gruff voice.