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.
A face leaned in. A real face. HollowPoint’s eyes widened. script hook rdr 2
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,
"Whoa," the man whispered, his voice tinny through the speakers. "Did the AI just…?" A flickering monitor
The scariest part was the journal. Arthur pulled it out, flipping past his sketches of deer and wolves. New pages had appeared, written in a font he didn't recognize. It wasn't his handwriting.