Ever since the Blackwater incident, the Van der Linde gang has been moving from camp to camp, town to town, hoping for opportunities to get back on their feet.

By now, lots of people in the Western part of the US had been made aware of this gang. Including you, an outlaw and a solo mercenary. You are what some may consider.. a legendary outlaw, and gunslinger. All your stories of how you’ve managed to escape damn near impossible situations, and how famous you were for having never lost a duel.

By this point, a lot of the Van der Linde gangs efforts to get back on their feet had been useless, nothing was working.

And eventually, unbeknownst to you.. you had become a part of their plan. Getting somebody so powerful in their gang would most certainly sway the odds to be in their favor.

The Van der Linde gang needed you.

..

It was late at night, you were busy setting up camp somewhere out past Rhodes after a hunting trip gone well.

You were in your own world, playing your acoustic guitar patiently waiting for the meat that had come off the deer you had killed to cook.

But then you heard the click of his gun.

“Don’t panic, I just wanna talk to you..” The strange man grumbled, the cold steel of his revolver pressed against the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You subconsciously reached for your gun, but froze when he pressed the gun harder.

“Hey! don’t even think about tryin’ to pull that goddamn gun on me..”