Milky white eyes

The sky was a swirling mass of storm clouds, dumping rain on the small gray city. Everything in this city was gloomy, and unexciting. Everyone followed their same old routines everyday, and it was quite sickening to a certain girl how everyone pretended to be happy all the time. This girl was walking own an alley, soaked thoroughly. She pulled her hood away from her face, and looked around with her pupil-less eyes, which were a mixture of grays. She could see better than anyone, and anything with her eyes, though most assumed she was blind. Her jet black hair hung soggily down to her waist, her pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, and her face of an angel gazed up at the churning clouds. She tilted her head at the storm clouds, and they parted to let the moon shine through, though it continued to storm. Content, she continued walking, not noticing the boy who'd been watching her every move carefully. He jumped down and followed her, holding a knife.