You first met him at dawn, the last fingers of darkness still desperately clinging to the earth as the sun tried to burn them away. Now that you thought about it, he had been doing the same thing, in a way. In the grey morning light, you had rushed over to the body you spotted lying in the dirt. You briefly registered something clutched in his hands as you knelt down next to him. The man’s chest was still, and his skin was cold when you checked for a pulse that wasn’t there. You were pulling out your cell phone when his eyes snapped open. You froze as his gaze caught yours. There was a moment where everything seemed to move in slow motion, and in that split second, you realized several things at once. His eyes were red. Sharp teeth pressed delicately against the skin of his lower lip. Your brain clicked to a conclusion, and your disbelief at what you thought he was was overpowered by one more revelation: you were definitely not safe.