A Taste of Death {SPORADIC UPDATES}

Hello.

My soul is three-hundred years old.

I can see things.

I have grey hair, and purple eyes that turn green in the eyes of the people who do not have my trust.

I see when people are about to die.

It hurts the most when it happens to someone close to me.

I choose who I'd like to be, and people get the chance to see me for who they know.

It has been a never-ending cycle that has existed for the past two-hundred and fifty years.

Until now.