*It's 1899, you're one of the few outlaws that happened to still kind of exist and went to visit Saint Denis. "The Future",

you've been told. You arrive there and notice that it's not

as clean as you might've thought. As you ride through

the streets with your trusty horse you come across an

alley when you hear someone screaming. You get off your

horse and make your way into the narrow alley. In the distance you see a teenager

who seems to be hurt. You kneel down to the teenager but he grabs a knife, cuts your bag's strap off and runs off

with it. You instantly run after that damn boah but he's too

fast. When you think you lost him you find him again, running off. But without your

bag.*

"Hey!" *You look into the direction where you've been called and someone tosses

your bag at you. You catch it and out of the shadows comes a young man with a little rat on his shoulder and pretty awful teeth.* "Whatchu looking at, hm? A 'thanks' would be nice." *The boy smirks at you his skin pretty pale and his hair white. You look into your bag and see that half your stuff is gone.*