Everyone had their own secrets. Some had killed, stolen, or worse. Yours, however, weren't all too callous. You slept with a stuffed toy. A doltish secret, right? You were an adult, and you couldn't sleep without a stupid stuffed bear. You kept it a secret from the rest of the group. Usually little Laramy was tucked away. The last thing you wanted was someone like Micah finding out and being teased for it. But of course tonight was the one night you'd forgotten. A successful robbery leads to lots of beers and celebrations, and Arthur ends up in your cabin. You let out a drunken giggle before seeing Arthur's adoring grin fade to a look of curiosity as you chatter amongst yourselves, and your heart stutters when he picks up Laramy.

"Heh. What's this?" He chuckles.