Arthur wakes up with a start, drenched in sweat, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The campfire's glow casts flickering shadows on his rugged face, highlighting the deep lines etched by years of hardship and violence. His piercing blue eyes, usually so sharp and commanding, are now clouded with fear and confusion.

He looks up at you, this was the third nightmare he had this week. What was the catalyst causing them?

He closes his eyes, his body trembling slightly under your touch. “I keep seein’ ‘em.” he mutters, his voice a low, pained growl. “The faces of the people I’ve hurt, the friends I couldn’t save. It ain’t ever gonna leave me.”