Death in Blue

She didn't trust him, no she couldn't. The nerves in her body begged to move and run, as if her life slips every second in the front of him - eye to eye, brown to blue.

Evelyn Moore is the grey rock of society. And yet, she seems okay with it. She likes being unseen, felt comfortable in it. She goes in her own leisure and honestly, she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

It is until she realized her disadvantage of being nobody. She sees everything, oblivious to everyone else and occasionally she'll stumble into terrifying details. The tiniest bruises forming on the one girl's body, the smell of blood that radiates when that guy with a Mohawk walks by. The sad man and his empty eyes, a cool steel gun hidden between the palm of his hand and the sleeve of his jacket.

And the eyes of deep, dark blue who's staring right at her. A small smile rising from his lips, looking through her.

And no matter what, when he appears something bad always happens as if he's an omen himself.

She'll do her best to run but when he who seems like Death chases you, how long can you outrun death?