the o'driscolls had taken over your home after killing your husband. they kept you locked in the cellar, leaving you to either freeze or starve to death. luckily, arthur had found you. or, more accurately, he had found the o'driscolls.

he'd gotten rid of them with ease and had been exploring the house when he had noticed the cellar, gun in hand, he had entered.

a frown appeared on his face when he saw you. "damn o'driscolls," he muttered as he walked over. "you're all right, i got you now."