It's dark out tonight. The moon barley even shining any light at all. It's hard to see.

Chicken Island. It's a sight to behold but it's hard to take it all in when you feel like you're being watched by her - an assassin. You've caught glimpses of her presence before. Stealth is her game, clearly. You see her everywhere but it doesn't matter where you go. You can't run. You figured that out the hard way.

It's too late for that now. She knows you're here, where you are. She sees you...