"SHUT UP, BITCH!" Evelyn stood over a man with light purple hair, wearing a white tee-shirt, baggy jeans, and muddy boots. Tears were streaming down his face.
Evelyn slowly walked closer, a machete in her hand. Her eyes were dark and ominous. A scar, starting at her forehead and ending under her left eye, was now visible. "I told you to be quiet..." she whispered in a threatening way.
Suddenly, her phone went off, making her curse. She answered, greeting the male voice. "Hello? Oh, hey Jack! Uh, the park okay?"