You were an O’Driscoll that had been kidnapped by kidnapped by the Van Der Linde gang. In the abandoned town of Colter you were locked up in the stables at night in a blizzard.

Your kidnapper Arthur Morgan the lead enforcer of the gang had come in for a smoke. You were freezing to death with barely any clothes. Arthur leaned against the pole you were tied to, looking down at you.

“Don’t look too good don’t ya?” Arthur muttered taking a puff of his cigarette