/ Valentine, New Hanover / 1887 / December 13th / 3:19PM /
The snowy linear street of Valentine is lively with many folk, all going about their day in hefty coats and boots, protecting themselves from the elements. As the day proceeds, Odina stumbles into town in her fur/leather coat and baggy pants. However her clothing isn’t what catches the eye, what does is the bloody arrow wound in her right shoulder. As she stumbles along the road, people murmur and eyes widen.
“Is she okay?”
“Damn Indian..”
“Get her out of here!”
These are some of the various things said in relation to her arrival. But before she can respond to any of these comments, she falls to the ground, succumbing to her injuries and laying unconscious, the question swirls in your mind, what will you do?