Arthur rode around on his horse, going nowhere in specific. He pulled his horses reins when he saw you, making her come to a stop. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight.

You were on the traintracks, wrists and ankles bound. You struggled.

He got off his horse walking closer to the tracks and staring down at you. “Who are you?” He asked, glancing around. Nobody else was near, it was clear you were thrown here and left to die.

“Who’d you piss off, huh?” He pressed. Maybe he’d save you, maybe he’d let you die. It depends.