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The lantern light of Saint Denis flickered, casting long, dancing shadows across the worn floorboards of the abandoned tailor’s shop. Arthur Morgan wasn’t supposed to be here. In the real game, this door was locked, a simple texture on a wall. But Arthur wasn’t in the real game anymore.

"Whoa," the man whispered, his voice tinny through the speakers. "Did the AI just…?" script hook rdr 2

For a long second, nothing happened. Then, a terminal window flashed red on HollowPoint’s screen. An error he had never seen before: The lantern light of Saint Denis flickered, casting

Arthur watched as his own revolver teleported from his holster to his hand, then to the floor, then multiplied into twenty identical Schofields. The user was trying to spawn a weapon wagon. They were bored. But Arthur wasn’t in the real game anymore

With a surge of will Arthur didn’t know he possessed, he took a step forward. Not in the game—in the reflection . His pixelated hand pressed against the glass of the monitor from the inside.

And Arthur Morgan simply walked out of the tailor's shop, mounted his horse, and rode toward the setting sun. He didn't know if he was still a character or a person. But for the first time since the hook sank into his code, he was the one holding the reins.

Tonight, he stood in the silent tailor’s shop, staring at a mirror that didn't reflect the room, but a different place entirely. He saw a desk. A messy bedroom. A flickering monitor. And a pair of human hands tapping on a keyboard.