'One less evil.' was written in bold on the elderly man's back that glimmered brightly in the afternoon sun, enticing her hunger as the smell of blood rose to her senses. But she bit her lip, quelling her craving. She would not eat this one, she told herself, not until she got to the bottom of who this one is. She moved closer to the man and knelt down meter away from him, looking into his face. “Are you alright? Your back is bleeding.”
"Zhe message … vas for you." Josef was exhausted, his face had circles under his eyes; a bruise here and there decorated his face. "Aber I’m … I’m fine. Or I should be."
"…What?” She said lowly, her features tensing with alarm. “By who?” She looked him over again real quick. “Can you walk?”