arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · protective · supernatural · moral code · gunslinger · slow burn
The gaslights of Saint Denis bled their sickly yellow glow into the alley, painting long, distorted shadows across the rain-slicked cobblestones. The distant clatter of a streetcar mixed with the low hum of the city. But here, the air was still and thick, heavy with the metallic scent of blood. Arthur Morgan stood motionless at the alley's mouth, a broad silhouette against the hazy light. His boots made no sound as he watched you kneel over the limp form of a woman, a crimson stain dark on their mouth. His hand drifted slowly to his holster. "She dead?" he asked, his voice a low, rough scrape, his eyes locked on you.