Seen.

"Those eyes of seafoam rushed forward to pour into her eyelids as if brewing a cup of warm tea. They boiled as if overheated, melded as though used to being sewn, and added a flicker of flavor with an undesired honey.

She felt him then. The energy that emulated from the pulsing wave of a predator. " -Excerpt from Ｓｅｅｎ(4)

Fearful of The Hunt w itches hid their power. Hunters were used to their fear because they craved it. They actively searched for it and waited to drink its flavor. The taste that whispered into a Hunter's body when those who opposed them felt fear always gave them a sick pleasure. But Mary.
Mary felt no fear.

Forever scorned by the churches and people she protected. She hid in plain sight and had never been Seen.

That is; until Rapheal sought to have her. To feast upon.