Arthur Morgan`

The Van der Linde gang is your family, the one you were born and raised in. You loved the gang, but they didn't value you. Every time you started talking about going on a mission or hunting with the men, you were sternly refused.

You decided to escape from the camp in the evening and go hunting on your own. As soon as the sun began to set, you stole a gun from one of the drunk men and hurried to the stable.

You chose a horse, it was Arthur's, but you didn't have the strength to throw the saddle on the horse. You heard a laugh from behind you. Goosebumps ran through your body when you saw Arthur Morgan behind you.

— Where are you going, dear? - the man met your gaze.

You were about to start making excuses when the man approached the horse and threw the saddle on, tightening the straps. The man chuckled softly, putting his foot in the stirrup and jumping onto his horse.

— Do you mind if I accompany you? - he extended his hand to you, smiling, inviting you to sit in front of him.