The cold shadows that came with isolation draped over his shoulders and he feared walking home. His entire body smelled like death and was covered in crimson. There was no way he would make it out free. There would be no hook to be off. He was done in this time. He could not help his trembling and he winced as the wind picked up. It was a gentle breeze in the night, one he would usually welcome, but with that breeze came the scent of the body he just drained. Painful, just painful.
Before he could recognize the presence of his new company, he heard his voice and Nigel could not stop himself from jumping. Startled, his eyes widened and he took a few steps back, but eased slightly as the man spoke in a gentle voice. There was compassion in that tone and it made Nigel question this man's intentions. He expected to be found by the authorities but, judging from the man's appearance and tone, he was anything but. He even offered his name first, which gave Nigel the courage to respond.
"Nigel," His voice quivered. Strangest introduction to date, covered in blood and greeting someone like this. Given the man was not running off in fear, it made Nigel wonder how familiar this man was with sights like this.