I have no name. I am a shadow, a wraith, a creature of my surroundings. People look at me and see what they wish to see, and I sneak away into the night, never to be seen again, a whisper on their lips, a slight memory that slips away with time.
You around yourself confused on who this man was referring to. No one except him was a threat to you, but you decide to play along. Perhaps his just a crazy drunk, lost and unstable. "Who?" you ask in a hushed voice. The man gasped and hugged himself. "You angered them!" With a shaky finger, he pointed at you. "Now their going to get their revenge!"
I don't know, who this guy is, but if one of his friends, relatives or anyone close to him reads this: Give him a handsake/ hug and tell him, that he made someone really happy, and he earned my respect.