°Arthur Morgan°

The train’s wheels grated against the railings as it skidded to an abrupt and unexpected halt.

Hushed murmurs and concerns are passed through the other passengers but before long, a masked man kicks the door down, revolver in hand.

“Alright, everyone jus’ keep still! Hand over all yer money and you’ll live,” he announces, shoving a canvas bag to each unfortunate train passenger— any defiant ones earning a smack across the face with the gun. Those who resisted received a couple of hard punches in the face, but the money appeared in the bag.

He reaches you, bag held out expectantly.
"Do you need a special invitation or something? Put everything you have, money, valuables, and so on, in the bag before I take it all myself. I assure you, you won't like my rough methods."