Going Rogue

Hovering over her body,
Loot in hand,
Must stay stealthy,
Or the enemy will find me.
Traveling city to city,
Moving fast, quickly.
Avoiding fight and confrontation,
Yet with dagger in hand,
To always protect me.
You think you hear something,
Yet you look right through me,
It is as though I am part of your surroundings.
I have gone rogue,
I am silent,
I am invisible,
I am unforseen.
But you have suspected something,
So behind you I stand.
Yet now you are dead,
So I hover over your body,
Loot in hand.