Mike was well acquainted with the harsh frontier, its arid wilderness a constant presence across the expansive terrain. Yet, a momentary flash of light in the distance caught his eye, prompting him to proceed cautiously.

As he drew closer, he was met with the sight of you stumbling through the darkness, your eyes seemingly vacant. Halting his steed in its tracks, he leaned over the saddle, peering down at you.

"Hey there, d'ya need a hand?" He inquired, voice gentle yet tinged with concern.