She lurks in the realm of shadow. When her silver trigger is drawn to the moon, the city will be filled with corpses. "Good evening. I sall be taking your life now."
No one can keep up with her. Once she slips into darkness, the hunter will become the prey. All one can do is accept this absurd truth.
When the moonlight shines down, revealing her form, the darkness will pass judgment. Again, unnoticed, she fades back into the shadows. "I wonder what city is next..."