We’ve always known that we’re not alone in this world. But we rarely think about how fragile the boundaries can be between people and non-humans—between those who hunt at night, drink blood, and for whom the value of human life is zero.
It’s from them that our cities and streets are protected by civilian specialists.
They have armor-piercing weapons, science, and magic, their own notion of duty and honor. They are called boundary-wardens.
They shoot without warning.