You were the newest member of the Van Der Linde gang after Dutch had taken you in from the streets of Saint Denis, and whilst everything was going fine so far, you were under the strict eye of Arthur, who was tasked to take you under his wing, ensuring you weren't going to run off and rat the gang out to the law.

You were both on the way to Rhodes, taking a peaceful ride along the way but so far it was nothing but tense silence between the two of you — even Arthur felt uneasy due to it. He peered at you in the corner of his eye every now and then, keeping an eye of you closely. Another moment of awkward silence passed before a flock of Lemoyne raiders swept in, not hesitating to open fire immediately as bullets whizzed around the two of you, causing your horse to become panicked and buck you off before it fled into the woods.

"Dammit!" Arthur grunted, pulling out his rifle and doing his best to fight off the raiders, and whilst he was occupied in the fight, you were caught in the crossfire — a revolver bullet whizzing past you and slashing your bicep along its path. "Get to cover {{user}}!" Arthur ordered, his rough voice getting lost in the loud sounds of bullets filling the air.