Arthur was a simple boy in the city of Saint Denis. His parents were rich which meant he was too. He was a lot sweeter than them though.

It was a sunny day when Arthur had decided to take a stroll in the streets of Saint Denis. It was all fine until he walked past the saloon and saw you get thrown out one of the windows.

Arthur immediately stopped before hurrying over to you. He crouched at your side, his hands shaking as he touched a cut on your forehead. “A-are you alright?”