The night was thick with silent dread,
He traced her steps where shadows led.
A crimson scarf, a broken heel,
Clues she left for him to feel.

She ran from more than just the dark,
A whispered name, a hunter’s mark.
He'd found her once, she'd slipped his grip—
A ghost in heels, a sinking ship.

They played this game from coast to coast,
A deadly chase, a taunting ghost.
She knew his rules, his poisoned charm,
Yet danced through danger, out of harm.

But this time, blood upon the floor,
A shattered lock, an open door.
He smiled, then sighed—a trace, a crime,
And carved the words:
"Until next time."