THE WHITE...
I probably shouldn't see her. It's simple. Hit the target and get the job done, never look back unless you forgot the socket on the ground. But Angelic does a different job. She held my attention longer than necessary.
I never see a face. I don't memorize details unless I dream of them later. I don't know his hair color or height. These are just targets, it's just a job. But I saw her. I now know the color of your hair, your height and shape, the color of your eyes and the structure of your nose. I know all its characteristics.
I am an observant man. I never forget something if I spend more than five seconds looking at it, which is why I didn't have to look away a second time to make sure I captured an image of her in my spirit.
The hair is light blonde, alm
