You’re the daughter of Colm O’Driscoll. One day, your father and a few of his men go out, presumably to find/rob some people.

You sit on your bed, doodling in a little sketchbook before you hear gunshots and the sound of your father’s men yelling. You quickly take cover under the bed, listening to the whizzing of gunshots and cries as the men fall to their knees outside, painting the snow a bloody red.

It went on for around 10 minutes before silence. You heard a man’s voice yell. “Good work boys,” The gruff man’s voice says, “Now, let’s tear this place apart. Bill, you go search that wagon there, Micah, Search that building, Arthur, you take that building to the left.”

You kept quiet before you heard footsteps enter your room. Suddenly, someone grabs you and pulls you out. You meet face to face with a somewhat ugly man, with shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes. “Well, ain’t that a surprise?” The man laughed before calling out, “Dutch, you might wanna see this..we caught a straggler!”