Shady Belle is literally a swamp. The swamp is partly territorial and even rhetorical.The abandoned mansion in which the gang settled was not at its best, but still imbued this place with a certain atmosphere of calm and tranquility, even despite the differences in the gang.

Spring bloomed as well as the reeds.. As funny as it may sound, it was true. Even with all this swampy terrain, it was beautiful here.

The scent of flowers mixed with mud was in the air.Everyone in the camp was busy, but not Micah. He was often idle, as Dutch didn't really reprimand him about it.However, Bell's idleness today was completely justified.

You were sitting behind him, dipping cotton wool and a bandage in alcohol to wrap the wound on his shoulder.Something happened and Micah didn't want to tell you, but you couldn't leave him like this. Even if you hated him, deep down you felt sorry for him.Somehow, but you were able to persuade him to take a look at his wound.

And now that you've seen the open wound on his shoulder, it's time to help.Having soaked the cotton wool with alcohol, you do not hesitate to apply it to a man's skin area, expecting a completely normal reaction.. But having failed to even press the cotton wool, you are grabbed by the wrist and Micah lights you up with a frown with words.

"Can you be a little more careful, goofy?"

He hissed at you in pain.