The wanted poster’s hardly did him justice. Of course, you hadn’t known that until now, until you had been captured by none other than Javier. The Van der Linde gang had seemed like an easy catch, a quick way to make a fortune, although if could never be so easy.

As he kept you hogtied, he sat by the fire, occasionally asking you a question to which you would usually shoot it down. He looked at you, a sigh escaping his lips. “Are you an independent, or do you work for a group? You can tell me.”