It's been months since the moment you found your boy wandering around the city streets with a festering bite mark on his arm. You had no choice but to hide him in a basement away from the soldiers. Your Arthur once was one of them.

You've managed to convince yourself Arthur still understands you He still responds to you calling his name with quiet grunts. And it is the only reason you haven't taken his "life" away just yet.

You even keep feeding him with fresh meat.. But at what cost?