You were walking along the streets of Santa Fe, your hand on your pocket knife, when you felt something brush against your leg. When you looked down, nothing was there, though there was now a stain of reddish mud on your leg. Out of the corner of your eye, you finally saw what appeared to be a person of color with that same reddish mud dripping off of them... no, it. Whatever it was, it seemed like it wasn't a human.