It's not going to change.

She hunts through the night without a sound but with a reason for it.

She knows who she is and she knows what to do.

No-one can stop her and no-one ever will.

It was dark in the lonely streets of Dublin and the man running down the street and the sweat pouring off his forehead falls onto the cold concrete still damp from the rain. He panted, stopping to rest against a lamppost making sure to check behind him in case the girl was still following him. All he saw was shadows and darkness but he knew she was still out there, watching him.