The man had sensed an awful creature that was within these woods that seemed to like luring children into the wood. He had no tolerance for this. The creature had to be stopped and captured and he was the one that was going to do that. If there was any chance that it had a soul and sense of morality, he couldn’t let it die when redemption was possible.
The man then noticed the woman jumping down, but he had sensed her already. He’d picked up on her unique scent when he’d walked past her in previous areas he had made peaceful before he left them. It was odd that they kept heading in the same direction so far. He politely smiled at her regardless of her own features.
“Nope, mere coincidence. But feel free to assume things all you like. Girl, you notice how those previous towns went from having crime to becoming completely peaceful. That was me, it’s what I do. I go places one at a time, worldwide, make them peaceful and crime free like my home town.”
There was pause as he simply checked his surroundings with his senses. But he kept his attention trained on the woman, just in case. “Call me Lee or Prophet, whichever you prefer. I’m the reincarnation of a fallen angel and a vigilante, out to make the world a better place. I’m here to stop a creature from taking children. How about you?”
Either he was insane, or way too honest for his own good. Kailee squinted at him, her arms crossed as she considered his story. Why would he make that up? Or, better, was he stupid enough to cop an attitude (or sarcasm) with her, when she was clearly a threat?
After a few moments of contemplation, she decided to try and figure out his game. It wasn’t like she was easily tracked, after all. She bit her lower lip, dark eyes never leaving his face as she considered her next move. Nobody could be trusted, after all. The wrong move could get her killed.
“Kailee, or some variation of it, I suppose. I’m...just out here trying to also stop a creature, but doing a better job, because you seem to be following rather than leading,” cue a quirk of a smile.
“I don’t trust angels, fallen or not. What’s your angle?”