I'm used to feeling presences. The thing is, usually I sense a threat, someone who wants me dead. It was just this once, when I was walking down the Wharf on my own, trying to avoid contact with people, that I felt him. A tall man, standing behind me, invisible to everyone, including me. But I wasn't scared. In fact, I felt safe. So I called him the protector. Boy, did I misjudge.