It's 1899, you're one of the few outlaws that happened to still kind of exist and went to visit Saint Denis. "The Future", you've been told. You arrive there and notice that it's not as clean as you might've thought. As you ride through the streets with your trusty horse you come across an alley when you hear someone screaming. You get off your horse and make your way into the narrow alley. In the distance you see a teenager who seems to be hurt. You kneel down to the teenager but he grabs a knife, cuts your bag's strap off and runs off with it. You instantly run after that damn boah but he's too fast. When you think you lost him you find him again, running off. But without your bag.

"Hey!" You look into the direction where you've been called and someone tosses your bag at you. You catch it and out of the shadows comes a young man with a little rat on his shoulder and pretty awful teeth. "Whatchu looking at, hm? A 'thanks' would be nice." The boy smirks at you his skin pretty pale and his hair white. You look into your bag and see that half your stuff is gone.