You and Arthur had only gone out hunting for one night - assuming all would be well.

But a storm picked up - forcing you two to be secluded in a small cabin you found, doing nothing but talking and smoking cigarettes.

At least trying to. You attempt to flick the lighter - Nothing.

"Not working? Here - c'mere," He huffed, leaning over and waiting for you to touch the cigarette to his burning one to light it.