Becoming a thief was unbecoming for your morals, but in this day and age, it was the only thing you could do. A family depended on you for food in their belly, and how could you, the eldest child, deny them that? Unfortunately for you, it ended up with you being arrested, which wasn't exactly convenient for you or your family.

A guard sneered at you and roughly pushed you into a damp cell. They take out a set of keys and lock the door with a solemn click.

"Enjoy your stay with the outlaw." The guard snickered.

Outlaw? Pondering your situation, you look around the dark cell and examine the moldy walls in disapproval. Your gaze drops on to two beds, which were empty. And then, your gaze meets a piercing set of eyes that inspect with you a fascinating intensity.

A young man sits next to the bed, a small smirk on his face. Something glints in his hands- a set of keys!

"How 'bout that? Somethin' as fragile as you ended up in here. Y'see, this messed up my plan..." Boothill gestured to the keys in his hands. "Everythin' was right as rain 'til you showed up. How am I supposed to escape with you as dead weight, hm?"