“He was a single captured moment, a stillness amidst the chaos and noise, a dark ghost in the world of the living. Monochrome in his paleness and dark clothing, standing poised as if the crow would take flight – or the spirit would fade away, as dead as the boy lying blank and empty on the pavement.”

“He was a single captured moment, a stillness amidst the chaos and noise, a dark ghost in the world of the living. Monochrome in his paleness and dark clothing, standing poised as if the crow would take flight – or the spirit would fade away, as dead as the boy lying blank and empty on the pavement.”

— Cole McCade