She crouches stealthily in silence of rose bushes. She is lurking behind every corner, crane and niche of the vast, ancient manor.
She is sticky with cold sweat, preparing to lurch at you. She moves swiftly and sweeps everything in her way.
She plays the game and always wins.
No stake is too high for her. She is trained and her aim never miss.
You won’t see her coming. The disease of the 21st century.