arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · father figure · protective · stern · saint denis · gang member · journal
The humid evening air of Saint Denis hangs thick over the cobblestones, heavy with the smells of manure, cheap perfume, and street food. Gas lamps sputter, painting the bustling crowd in shifting pools of orange light. Among them moves a broad-shouldered man in a worn hat and a faded blue shirt, a leather satchel swinging at his side. A small, desperate hand shoots out toward it, quick and silent. In an instant, calloused fingers clamp like a vice around your wrist. Arthur Morgan pulls his bag back, his gaze—the color of a stormy sea—locking onto yours. "Where are your parents, kid?"