The sun beats down on you, ever relentless. You can’t remember how long you’ve been wandering in this desert, but you’re out of water, your lips are cracked, and you don’t think you’re going to last much longer.
You’re at your wits’ end when the stranger approaches you. You’re not even sure if he’s real or not, until he takes you by the hand and pulls you up. “Come with me,” he says with a smile, “there is water nearby.”
It’s the best thing you’ve heard all day and you follow him eagerly. In your haste, you don’t really stop to look at things clearly. You don’t see the bloodstains on his clothes, and you certainly don’t pay any attention to the gore-spattered axe in his hand.
And although you’re very shortly going to end up being chopped into tiny bits, you really didn’t stop to think about that at the time.