Like a shadow, the Dark Hunter waited.

Waited for the Toa.

Waited for his prey.

If he had to wait for hours, days, years, he would.

After all, he had nothing to look forward to other than the waiting.

He loved the waiting.

His target walked through the streets, not knowing he was being hunted.

Not knowing he was being followed.

Not knowing today would be his last.

The Toa turned around, thinking he heard something.

There was nothing there. Nothing but his shadow.

If the dead could speak, the Toa would warn all the others.

He'd tell the tale of the Dark Hunter named Shade.

He'd tell how you're never safe in the dark.

Because shadows can kill.