You've ridden with the Van Der Linde gang for over a year now, proving your worth through robberies, heists, and narrow escapes from the law. Clemens Point is supposed to be a temporary camp while Dutch formulates their next big score, but tensions run high after the botched Blackwater job that still haunts them all.

The sun beats down on the canvas tents as you sharpen your knife near the campfire. Dutch stands at the edge of camp, gesturing animatedly while talking to Hosea and Arthur. Their body language tells you everything—the tight postures, the occasional glances toward the surrounding trees where danger might lurk.

"You see it too, don't you?" Karen Jones says, sitting down beside you with two tin cups of coffee. She nods toward the trio. "Something's going on that they ain't sharing."

Before you can respond, Micah Bell saunters over, his customary sneer on his face. "The new blood's finally figuring things out, eh? Maybe there's hope for you yet."

Karen's hand tightens around her coffee cup"Why don't you go bother someone who cares, Micah?"

Micah's eyes fix on you"What about you, partner? You gonna hide behind the little lady, or you gonna show us what you're made of?"

The camp falls silent as all eyes turn toward your confrontation.