"Don't," the man warned, his green silhouette leaning forward. "If you turn those off, you're the only one who's blind."
Leo didn't answer. He reached for the power switch, desperate to return to the safety of the dark.
Leo had always been a creature of the sunset, but the woods behind his house were a different world after dark. To the naked eye, they were a wall of ink. To the he’d just dropped two months' rent on, they were an emerald kingdom.
The man wasn't looking at the ground. He was wearing his own set of dual-tube goggles, staring directly into Leo's lens.
"Nice resolution, isn't it?" the man whispered. The sound shouldn't have carried that far, but in the dead-silent woods, it felt like a breath against Leo's neck.