Slowly, a shape emerged from the darkness. Its eyes fixed on the newcomer, its body still. The thing melded in and out of sight, materializing at the woman's side. A gloved hand was placed over her mouth, tightening.
She was engulfed by darkness. and was pulled into the shadows. The thing turned her head slightly to the right, where a pair of men had arrived. One drew a knife, while another began to whistle.
More shapes appeared. Gloved hands turned her head to each side... a total of eleven men. Some carried automatics, some blades.
A haze filled the air. The dealers had made this church home, and the previous night's spectacle had attracted a crowd.
The gloved hand made a motion with his finger over her lips, an old French symbol for silence used in the first World War.
Moments later, something sharp extinguished the light above the dealer's head. Total blackness swarmed upon the dealers.
Screams. Horrible gasps. Three loud snaps.
Moonlight fell upon the scene, as the dealers lied upon the street; mouths open, bones broken. Sirens arrived in the distance.