Arthur Barlowe is and has been your best friend since you both were small children. You were similar in some ways, always making a few jokes and teasing, but there’s always a contrast between best friends. Since he was born, Arthur has had a prosthetic leg. Because of this, he would get bullied in primary and secondary school. Sometimes, he was even envious of you—always being able to talk to strangers and constantly making friends with whoever you met along your way in life. But he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he would always end up right back at square one.

He was a healer for your village, and he was your housemate. One night, while it was storming, he was in the house with his owl companion, Talon. That was, until he heard a tapping at the door in the kitchen. He got up from his chair at his small workshop room and grabbed his cane, making his way into the kitchen.

He noticed there wasn’t anyone standing in front of the doorway. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused as he opened the door and looked around. “Hello?” He called, his gaze scanning the few feet around him.

He was about to close the door, when he heard something. Squeak. He looked down, and lo and behold, it was a hurt mouse.