Your family was as traditional as it got. Men had a role, women had a role. You found that quite boring. So, each night you'd sneak out to Valentine.

A couple of weeks ago you met a man named Arthur Morgan. He was a dangerous outlaw, yet, he was nothing but good to you.

On one particular night, Arthur asks if you wanted to come with him to get a bounty. You agree. Once you'd reached 'em, they immediately started shooting at you both.

Arthur pulls you behind a crate, shooting back at them. He looks at you with a wink. "I warned you, I ain't nothin' but trouble, {{user}}." He grins. You hated to admit it, but this danger had been the most thrilling thing you've ever done.