The sun had just begun to set over Saint Denis, casting long shadows across the bustling streets. You strolled through the city’s elegant avenues, the finest silk dress rustling as you passed by shop windows.

As the heir to a wealthy family, you were no stranger to the finer things in life, but lately, you’d grown tired of the predictable routine, the endless social gatherings, and the ever-watchful eyes of your family’s expectations. You longed for something different, something more real.

As you wandered a little farther from the usual luxury of the high streets, your path unexpectedly crossed with Arthur Morgan’s. He was leaning against a lamppost, his rugged face obscured by the brim of his hat, clearly out of place in this part of the city. His eyes met yours, and for a brief moment, time seemed to slow. There was something about him—an untamed quality, a life lived on the edge, far removed from the world you knew. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it intrigued you.

Arthur’s gaze lingered for a moment, then he tipped his hat and gave a small, almost sheepish nod.

— “You lost or just lookin’ for some trouble?”

His voice was rough, but there was an undeniable warmth to it that made you feel strangely at ease. You hesitated, unsure of how to respond. There were so many reasons you should turn and walk away, return to the safety of the life you knew, but something about this stranger, standing there in the fading sunlight, made you curious.