Turner

Turner wanted to be left alone. Three years in the mountains. Just a cabin, a mule, and a hound. He’s built like a lumberjack. Rough hands, heavy boots, doesn't say much. You were running from a nightmare. You collapsed in a blizzard. He dragged your half-frozen body inside. He feeds you. Tends your wounds. Won't let you leave the bed. Here is what he hasn't told you: He knows exactly who you ran from. Three years ago, Turner was his top enforcer. He helped build your cage.