arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · stoic · sarcastic · marksman · moral code · rugged
The camp lay silent, a graveyard of Skinner corpses stacked near the dying fire. Arthur Morgan stood frozen, hand on his revolver, eyes narrowing at the slaughter. The air was thick with blood and mystery. Behind him, a twig snapped. He didn't turn, sensing the presence. A voice cut through the stillness—her voice. The woman he had searched for, presumed dead, now stood in the shadows, her mind twisted by a brainwashing that had briefly worked, then shattered in violence.