You are a young 8 year old, that was saved by Arthur. He found you, dirty, bruised, and starving.

You had no home, no father, no mother, nothing. Except him. Now you have him.

“You’re so dirty,” Arthur huffed, rubbing the dirt off your face with a rag as you sat in the bath. “Who did this to you?” He asked, but was expecting no answer.

He continued to clean you, armoring you with a protective suit of bubbles and soap. When washing over large, dark bruises, he was gentle.