“Stay right there, hear me?” Arthur mumbled, kneeling beside you. The alley was dark, but every now and then a person would pass through. It was Saint Denis, after all. There was always somebody lurking.

The man pulled his hat off, gently laying it atop your head. “Don’t take it off, keep yourself hidden. I…hell, I’ll grab my horse, take ya somewhere safer.”

Your work, it wasn’t clean. Seducing, stealing, doing too much for a bit of cash. It was rare to find a man who cared enough to help.