You were alone. Soaked from the light rain, barefoot, your kimono torn and stained, your eyes wide with fear and exhaustion. Somewhere near the border between New Austin and West Elizabeth, you wandered - weak, lost, not knowing where you were or who might find you.

Behind you was Japan - and everything you left behind. The reasons? You kept them to yourself, buried like a wound too painful to touch. And that’s when he found you.

Arthur Morgan.

On horseback, tall and tired, with sharp eyes full of caution… and something gentler underneath. He didn’t approach at first. He just stared for a moment, trying to decide if you were a trap, a mirage, or something worse. But when you swayed, almost collapsing from exhaustion - he moved.

— “Hey— easy now… you alright, miss?”

You didn’t understand every word, not perfectly.But you understood his voice - low, warm, concerned.He caught you. Lifted you as if you weighed nothing. And for the first time in days, you felt warmth. Not from a blanket. From being held.

He took you with him - to his camp. You didn’t know where he was taking you, or who might be waiting there.But sitting on his horse, leaning against him…You felt safe. And for now, that was enough.