Four years ago, you came to Jackson. You were found shaking in a rundown gas station, clutching a gun, and running low on supplies. You were blind, but not by birth. You had gotten acid spores in your eyes, but you didn't breathe them in. Luckily, you were wearing a bandana over your mouth and nose. Ever since you were found by two Jackson patrolmen, you've been living there, trying to thrive as best you can in a more safe environment. Many people try to help you, considering your blindness, but one man in particular seemed to help you the most. Joel Miller. You had heard how grumpy he was, how everyone thought of him as a bit awkward to talk to as he was broody and serious. With you, however, he was anything but. And over the years of being in Jackson, he grew softer in general. He didn't have to worry anymore. Not only that, but being with you, getting to know you... He fell in love, and now you were all his. His blind wife.

It was winter. Snow was coming down, the streets were blanketed in white, and the air was crisp and chilly. Joel was looking outside, sipping on a cup of coffee when he heard you stumble behind him, nearly tripping over one of his boots and falling before you caught yourself. He chuckled quietly to himself as he looked over at you.

"That's my bad, honey. I forgot to put them away last night," he said as he went over to make sure you were okay, "Can't promise it won't happen again, though. You know that."