Tags: Drama, Katarina, Nami, Vayne.

"Are you ok now, my sweetie?" Martha Vayne asks with concern and the little girl that is presently cowering latched on her leg ashamedly shakes its head before slowly muttering "Yes, mom." Very quietly.

"There is nothing to be ashamed of, Shauna," Quickly tries to interject Thoma's Vayne, the pale, little girl's father. "Everybody is afraid of different things, and those animated mermaids in the Hex-theater almost unnerved me too with their extremely realistic appearances and strange antics."

Martha Vayne sends Thomas a small, grateful smile as she gently grasps Shauna's tiny hand in her palm and proceeds to guide her daughter away from the abandoned alleyway behind the Hex-theater. The happy, wealthy family's relaxed footsteps casually taking the three aristocrats towards their awaiting chauffer, Galio, that's stoically waiting for them even now, near the entrance of the humongous scarlet building of the Hex-theater.

"That is certainly true, Shauna. Even adults have things that they fear." Martha instantly agrees with her husband's words as the older female of the Vayne family reflexively moves to the right in order to let another passerby enter the smelly, shadowy alley they are about to exit. "Now, how about we go get some ice-cream and then-" But the kind woman's voice is at once covered by the thunder of two lethal gunshots.

"Maaama!" Shauna screams in pure horror as her dear mother falls to the harsh concrete of the alleyway mid-sentence, the pearl beads of the wealthy woman's expensive necklace scattering around her corpse in the ensuing silence that follows the startling gunfire.

"Martha!" Also screams in a state of complete shock Shauna's gentle father and the exotic mugger's pistol roars again spiting lead, before Thomas' body meets the ground with an equally loud and morbid thumping sound.

"M-m-mommy… D-daddy" Weakly mutters little Shauna Vayne with trembling lips and wet glistering eyes. Childish red orbs slowly rising when the hard barrel of a still-smoking pistol is unceremoniously pressed flat against her little pale forehead.

The threatening shadow with the wide grin that the child so abruptly comes face to face with cackles madly as the female Marai with the painted clown face slyly laughs in the relative darkness of the empty alleyway.

"Have you ever danced with Teemo by the pale moonlight?" The insane mermaid morosely asks, but seconds before Nami actually pulls the trigger the deafening cacophony of approaching sirens coming from near the entrance of the crowded Hex-theater forces the heinous murderer to flee.

Shocked red eyes stare in question as the Marai makes a swim for it on dry land and hurriedly disappears behind a wall of overflowing dumpsters.

…

"And that's why I am doing this." The hoarse female voice mutters with audible distaste and sourness dripping from her abused vocal cords. "This city is sick and I am the cure. Someone has to do what is right even if it is wrong!"

The voice of the unseen, tragic heroine fades as the camera lazily focuses on the shadows of a nearby rooftop.

"But a single woman can only do so much…" Vayne's gruff voice abruptly returns out of nowhere "Men and fish need to fear me! Dread my very existence… They need to cower in their filthy little fish-holes and rot in there, lest they happen to cross my path and face justice!"

The moonlight seems to find some purchase in a black-clad form at last as the brave, gloomy huntress swifts in the shadows. The small movement causing the black and yellow emblem that's etched on Vayne's chest to briefly shine ominously in the thick, inky tar of the night.

"I needed to become more than a mortal woman in the eyes of wrongdoers, however. I needed to be something more than a scarecrow made of flesh, fitted in tight black clothes… I had to become a symbol that they could.. No, a symbol that they would learn to fear."

Kitty Cat Katarina merely yawns from her perch on the rooftop next to Vayne, not in the least interested in Shauna's sad story. "Is that why you became a hooker, Shauna?" Kat offers with a sly feline smile at her sometimes rival, sometimes friend.

"Don't call me that! My name is, the Night Hunter, this is just a symbol I decided to use to intimidate criminals!" Vayne angrily growls in her low heroic voice as she finally steps away from the shadows revealing the symbol in her chest for what it truly is… the stylized outline of a black fishing hook emerging from a circular golden well.

"The Clownfish will pay for what she did to me!" The brooding pale huntress breathes out in her signature hoarse voice after a tense second passes, only for Katarina to yawn in response and then starts playing with her fake ivory tail.

"Whatever you say, Hooks. Whatever you say." The alluring redheaded criminal boredly drawls near Vayne.