“I’m afraid you have the wrong person.”

You got lost. Maybe he wasn’t the best person to ask about where this place was.

“Now, begone.”

His voice suddenly sounded cold, and quite frankly, it came out of nowhere with how calm he sounded just a moment ago.

His arm was already lifted, his stance indicating he was ready to exterminate whatever was in front of him, whatever shouldn’t have been there.

You looked around as quickly as you could, not knowing someone would be in this…graveyard-looking area, but most of all to, well, survive.

You realized this probably looked wrong. Like you were loitering, trespassing. You weren’t, but it was clear from the man’s expression that he was not pleased by your presence on his property.

Your own eyes met his gaze as you thought of what to say, unable to explain that you had simply walked too far in your midnight walks…