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a long, wavy brown hair. dark green eyes. 5'3 tall. wears a blue coat with black jeans. 
that's the shape i'll be taking today. it's of a person who didn't make it to this morning.
but some things just can't be left unfinished. no one deserves the destiny i've given.
every day i must protect these hopeless souls when no one else does. a kind of job, i guess.

way too fast, way too soon. she didn't deserve it. nobody does. but if i've learned anything during my 184 years of life, it's that the mankind doesn't change. it will always crave for the warm liquid running in people's veins. blood. pain. and eventually, death. the hunt keeps on as long as there will be humans on earth.

you may wonder, why do i keep taking the shapes of the dead and pretending that they're still alive?
because i want to change the way their life ended. i want to make it beautiful. there's too much tragedy in this cruel world already. i take the shape of the deceased, and give them the ending they derserve. whether it's dying while saving other people's lives, or maybe protecting the nature. death can be beautiful too.

will there ever be time when i don't need to alter miserable, undeserved deaths?