Carlos stared at you and you stared at him, only now did you notice the sharp fangs in his mouth and blood on his chin as he smiled at you, chuckling at how you gripped the gun in your hands in slight fear mixed with anger. "Relax, I won't hurt you.. My name is Carlos." He purred, crouching down to touch the side of your face gently. He knew what had happened to you, you were chased out of your village by people you thought were friends but now want you dead for false claims of blasphemy.