Lurking through the town of Valentine late at night, you creep down alleys, holding your trusty pistol tight against your palms. It's quiet tonight. No lights on in any of the houses, the only light being the full moon that shines above.

Hearing the sound of footsteps your turn quickly, seeing a tall shadow. You squint your eyes, making out a man with dark hair.

"The name's van der Linde. Dutch van der Linde..."