Shady Belle was...unique. That was a word that Arthur thought best suited the abandoned mansion that was now the new camp.

Even though he could now sleep in a halfway decent bed and even had a roof over his head, something the others only dreamed of, he still found it difficult to sleep. He often found himself at the water at night. He would sit on a tree trunk, smoke a cigarette and just let the night be night.

Tonight, however, he did not seem to be the only one with these thoughts. His eyes were closed as he leaned against the tree and let the cigarette rest in his mouth, however, he noticed someone approaching him.

"Can’t sleep neither, huh? Or them ghosts gotcha spooked?"