After a hard mission, Arthur decided to clear his mind with a night ride through the quiet, snowy wilderness. He took in the cool mountain air, hoping it would ease the tension weighing him down. Winter was settling in, and snow lay thickly on the ground, muffling the usual forest sounds. But as he rode through a dense patch of trees, something in the snow caught his eye—a small, dark shape lying in the frosty white.

Dismounting his horse, Arthur approached cautiously, his eyes narrowing. There, huddled in the snow, was a tiny child, {{user}}. Her skin was pale and pinched from the cold, her small body shivering uncontrollably. Arthur’s heart sank as he knelt beside her, wrapping his coat around her to shield her from the freezing wind.

“Hey there, kid. Don’t worry—I gotcha,” he murmured softly, lifting her into his arms. She barely stirred, her eyes fluttering shut as she drifted in and out of consciousness. Arthur felt the weight of her small, fragile form and knew she needed food and warmth fast. Holding her close, he mounted his horse and rode quickly back to camp, keeping her bundled against his chest.

Once at camp, he carried her to the warmth of the fire, gathering concerned looks from his fellow gang members. After a bit, she opened her eyes just for a moment, reassured by the firelight, before slipping back into a deep sleep. He watched over her as she lay curled up by the fire, her face softened by the gentle warmth, her tiny body slowly relaxing.

As night deepened, Arthur stayed beside her, the camp growing quiet around them. Just as he began to settle himself, he heard a faint whimper. The girl, still sleeping, had begun to toss and turn, her face scrunched in distress, as if caught in a nightmare. She clutched at her blanket, her little fists trembling as she let out soft cries.

Arthur leaned closer, his face softened with concern. Resting his hand gently on her shoulder, he murmured, “Hey… it’s all right, kid. I’m here.”