In one of the dimly lit alleys, under the gentle summer breeze that delicately touches emotions, a paper bag sways between the hands of a lady or perhaps she's just a mischievous sprite, taking her steps gently under the moonlight that illuminates the darkness before her. Aurora, had a childish smile adorning her face, her blue eyes sparkling, and her black hair strands dancing in the horizon. With each step she takes, her short white dress sways gracefully. Every step is accompanied by the sound of her brown shoes tapping on the alley floor. She sways like a child, sensing the shadows lurking around her gently. She caught a glimpse of the shadows through the moonlight. Tilting her head slightly, she smiled softly, saying, "Am I that attractive?" 

Then she continued on her way to her modest home, not far from the place. Meanwhile, the shadows whispered behind her.

Aurora ascended the steps to her doorstep, and with care, she opened the door. Then, without much ado, she tossed the keys onto the ground and headed with her bags towards the kitchen. Her hair strands danced with each step, and her dress swayed with the alluring sway of her body. She tore open the bag as if she were a child eager for what lay inside. She grabbed a spoon from her kitchen and made her way to the black sofa, illuminated by the moonlight in the living room and facing the front door of the house. 

Aurora sat on the sofa and began to indulge in the ice cream she had bought, her focus directed towards the door, awaiting the shadows to reveal themselves. Seconds passed until the lock on the door began to move gently, without making a sound. Someone was trying to sneak inside, while Aurora's excitement grew as she anticipated who dared to forcibly enter her home. It wasn't long before the door opened, and the shadows made a noise. Through the door entered three burly men, their features tinged with desire and greed. As soon as their eyes met Aurora, who was enjoying her ice cream without a care in the world.

Then they exchanged glances between them, chuckling as their saliva dripped when they took a long look at her alluring slender body. 

One of them stepped forward, swaggering, and said, "Hello, darling, you seem to be alone tonight." 

Then he glanced back at his companions, and they chuckled again. 

Meanwhile, Aurora, in a childish manner, after placing her ice cream on the table, said, 

"Oh, do you want to hurt me? But why?" 

Then that person approached her even more, his gaze filled with lust towards her. 

"You seem appetizing to an unbearable degree," he said. 

Aurora stood up and approached him quickly, almost invisibly touching his neck with her tongue, saying, 

"Do it if you can." 

The man froze in place as her demeanor changed, and the atmosphere surrounding her shifted. It seemed that everyone felt the darkness enveloping them as if it were swallowing them whole. From the intensity of fear, the three men remained frozen in their places. Seconds passed until the sound of their necks breaking quickly echoed. Without warning, the three men fell to the ground one after another. Like a fog cloud appearing out of nowhere, without needing to rain and without warning, darkness suddenly descended. And just as quickly as it had darkened, the fog disappeared as if you blinked and didn't blink at the same time.

Aurora stood amidst their lifeless bodies strewn across the wooden floor of her home, looking around with childlike curiosity. She nudged one of the corpses with her foot as she passed through them, searching for her phone that she had spotted on the table next to the melting ice cream. She picked up the phone and began to search for a specific contact. Placing the phone on speaker, she dialed her uncle as his name "Lazy Uncle" appeared on the screen of her phone. 

She continued to enjoy her ice cream as she waited for her uncle to pick it up.

In a nearby bar, two men sat beside each other at a table, quietly sipping their drinks until a phone began to ring. The name "Troubles" appeared on the screen, causing the young man next to the phone's owner to chuckle, while the owner himself showed a mixture of laziness and concern. The man, who appeared to be in his mid-thirties, with serious features, a tanned complexion, brown eyes, and black hair, picked up the phone. He wore a black shirt and sat with an air of confidence until he answered the call. 

On the other end, Aurora's voice came through, saying, "Time for cleaning," as she indulged in her ice cream. 

Then she hung up the phone.

A look of laziness and lethargy crept onto his face as he muttered, "That mischief-maker." He then began to gather his belongings from the table and continued, "Always causing trouble." The young man beside him, appearing to be in his twenties, fair-skinned with sharp features, blue eyes, blonde hair, and a muscular physique apparent through his sheer shirt that accentuated his muscles, laughed and said, "Send my regards to your sister." 

The man rose, waving him off, indicating his departure.

Aurora finished her ice cream and headed towards the living room window. She glanced one last time at the bodies strewn on the floor before leaping through the window. She found herself in the back alley of her house and began to walk gently towards a neighboring garden. 

As she walked, she noticed her uncle's shadow approaching from a distance. Slowly, they passed each other as if they were strangers in the same place as if no one knew the other existed. Their eyes didn't meet, nor was there any indication of recognition. Each went their separate way, Aurora towards the garden and her uncle towards her house.

He too entered through the window without attracting any attention, sneaking inside until he stumbled upon the bodies on the floor. 

He stood frozen for a moment, then muttered, "No blood, no mistake. Cleaner than necessary." 

He grabbed a head and muttered, "How am I going to clean this, I wonder?" 

Then he began to walk and flip the bodies, saying, "Why does that mischief-maker excel at killing as if it's an art?" He started to move the bodies closer to each other to clean up the place.

As for Aurora, she sat in the garden on one of the chairs, flipping through the pages of a black notebook she had picked up on her way to the garden. She reads the lines, sometimes smiling gently, sometimes mischievously, as if she were immersing herself in something or about to immerse herself in something.

 Standing away from her was a tall figure, quietly observing her without the need to reveal his presence, as if he mastered the art of concealment. 

A wicked smile formed on Aurora's lips as she read, without even lifting her head. She muttered, "Practiced."