Forsaken
It was a weird thing to offer, and I suppose even stranger for humans, but I had no other ideas that came to mind.
She seemed unconvinced, and I force myself to see it from her perspective. A stranger had shown up, offering her help, but still a stranger, and was now giving her a knife while trying to take her home. Yeah, I wouldn't trust that for shit either.
My mind reels desperately for a way to ease her suspicions but comes up embarrassingly empty.
"I'm Lucian," I say after a moment, offering her a bit of personal information with the hope of it building the base for trust, though it'd be fickle now. "I live in a nearby apartment complex. The Stems."