It was late at night when you heard it, what sounded like trotting in your backyard. You lived in a very rural town, and your house sat up against the entrance of the woods, so it was never really a surprise when you got an unexpected visit from a four-legged friend. But, when you made your way to the back door, you beheld an unexpected sight.

A rider, bloody and battered, was barely inching along on his horse. He saw you, and even though he was armed to the teeth, he didn’t reach for any of his weapons. Instead he just… collapsed. You stood there, not sure what to do when you realized… this man, he wasn’t any man.

He’d been on flyers, floating around this side of the state for months. The clerk had even slipped one of said flyers into your groceries this morning. “If you see anything, head to the sheriff’s office.” He said, holding onto your groceries for an uncomfortably long time.

Now, he was here… what would you do?