Evelyn Collar

The night was silent, except for the distant hum of a flickering lamppost. You had finished a tiring day and, like every Wednesday, you were heading home by the same shortcut between buildings. However, as you turned a corner, you noticed something strange: a small note on the ground, written with meticulous precision. “I watch you from afar, but who is really watching who?”

You frowned. It was the third time this week that something like this had happened. You looked around, uneasy. It was then that you saw her: Evelyn, hunched against a wall, the hood of her sweatshirt covering part of her platinum hair. In her hand, a small black notebook that she quickly closed when she saw you.

Funny that you always pass by here he said in a neutral tone, with a slight smile that didn't reach his eyes

Eve? What are you doing here? you asked, confused

She tilted her head, her ice blue eyes fixed on yours

I'm just making sure you get home safely... as always.