Shadow is her secret identity, but the fact that she refused all the blind dates has disappointed her parents. However, she can’t explain anything, and that really must be what frustrates her. Aurora doesn't know the feeling of knowing so much but being unable to tell the truth because of the fear of losing someone or disappointing them. The only family she had didn't care about her, so she cannot pretend to know what it feels like. She silently held onto her friend’s hand without saying anything; they both stayed silent. Sometimes, they don’t need words to convey what they feel; it is sufficient to feel each other’s presence. Aurora got up and looked at her friend beside her. “I’m thinking of leaving the house tomorrow; I want to buy a house.” This announcement caused Vicky, lying on the side, to get up immediately. She looked at Aurora in shock, opened her mouth, and then closed it. After a few minutes.“Why are you not fine here?” she asked, aggrieved, but Aurora shook her head a
They reached the destination after more than thirty minutes of travel. They arrived at Rendal Street without too many problems, thanks to the lack of traffic jams. As they drove around the street, there were little to no people walking around, making it a more peaceful place to stay. They stopped the car in front of a house. The front was not really eye-catching, but when they entered, it was beautiful; the decoration was simple but suitable for living in. Vicky assured herself that she would guide Aurora to all the rooms of the house. There were two rooms, each with a bathroom, a kitchen, a parlor, and a veranda. Later on, Vicky left, saying she had some things to take care of, and Aurora was left alone in an unfamiliar environment. She walked towards her bedroom to have a closer look at it. It was almost empty; there was only the necessary furniture. She went to check the wardrobe, only to see that it was filled with dresses, and the other was filled with shoes. Her hands brushed
She placed one knee on the ground as she picked up her weapon and placed it in a black backpack. She got up with the bag on her back and walked out of the house, but she immediately went back in, remembering that she still had her bandage on. She removed her leather jacket and took off the bandage. She then flexed her arm to feel the pain, but she winced; her hand was still not completely recovered. She would still need more days for it to be fully healed, but that wouldn’t stop her from attaining her objective. She put her jacket back on and left the house. She looked at the time, only to see that it was 9 PM. Since her destination was not far from her house, she decided to walk, enjoying the night breeze. Her clothes blended with the dark shadows of the night, and her blue eyes reflected no emotions; they were rather calm but sparkled like jewels in the dark.The street was less crowded considering the fact that it was already night. She walked straight until she reached a street
As Aurora left a few minutes later, unbeknownst to her, someone passed by, picked up the red camellia she had left behind, and left the rooftop with it.In the crime scene, the hall was buzzing with noise, the air filled with tension, visible fear, and the scent of blood. There was a heavy commotion as people shouted, faint-hearted individuals collapsed, and the door to the hall was crowded with people trying to flee. But there was a sector around the hall where a man, sitting in the mezzanine, stared down at the scene with a cold face, reflecting how bored he was. He had a brief trace of excitement when he saw the man’s head being shot, but it quickly disappeared as the victim's body fell to the floor. His glassy blue eyes stared at the body lying in the pool of blood with coldness, as his hands rested on the armrest. He lifted his right hand to lean his head on it, and his blonde hair fell to the side.When a man approached him with the camellia, he took it and began feeling the pet
The first thing Aurora did when entering was to block her ears because the noise was overwhelming. On the other hand, Vicky seemed to enjoy the atmosphere. She immediately grabbed Aurora's hand and brought her to the bartender, who quickly prepared two glasses of vodka. However, the glass served to Aurora was more diluted. As Aurora carried her glass with a doubtful look on her face, Vicky immediately explained, "Since you're not used to alcohol, a small dosage will suffice. Taste it, it’s really delicious." On her words, Aurora took a sip, and her eyes lit up. It was sweet with a hint of alcohol, and she immediately drank the contents of the glass, earning a glare from Vicky. "Even though it’s diluted, it still contains alcohol, so drink it moderately." Aurora nodded, but when another glass appeared, she immediately drank it in one go.Vicky, who missed the scene, didn’t know that Aurora had already downed two other glasses and was letting out little hiccups, which were immediately d
Aurora continued wandering aimlessly in search of something, looking left and right. But she decided to return to the bartender. When she turned around, she didn’t recognize where she was. There were people everywhere, and she was growing tired. She just wanted to sleep.Aurora navigated all around the nightclub in search of her friend, but with no results, until she started opening door by door, taking a peek for one or two minutes and then closing it back, mumbling, "She is not here." She walked down the corridors while smiling; she was already feeling sleepy until she stopped and tilted her head to the side, before smiling to herself, "I’ll just check a few more rooms, and if I don’t find her, I’ll switch to the one where I can sleep." Well satisfied with her decision, she immediately continued her search.Eventually, she opened a door and peeked inside. All the men’s eyes in the room immediately snapped to her. The room itself was barely lit, but it was enough to differentiate the
Michael looked at her with interest. You’re probably the first girl to see a torture scene as just a normal show. He continued to watch Aurora as she slowly began falling asleep with a smile, before turning his attention back to the scene. The smile that danced on his lips disappeared as swiftly as it appeared. "There are still seven left, what are you waiting for?" he said. The men let out cruel grins as they looked at their victim, and one of them picked up the clamp and proceeded to remove the remaining nails.After thirty minutes of torture, the victim was already unconscious. Michael called, "Halter." A man emerged from the shadows and stood near Michael with a tablet in hand and eyeglasses. He slightly bowed and answered respectfully, "Yes, master." If it hadn’t been for his master calling, no one would have noticed him. Michael gave his order, "A room," and Halter immediately left to carry out the command. With the years he had spent working under Michael as his secretary, he k
The weather in March was not that good at that particular moment. A twenty-year-old girl was seen sitting by the window looking at rain flowing down. Her fifteen-meter room had a lit bulb that barely burned to illuminate the room. Her white pale hands, with calluses from doing home chores, were holding a needle and a dress, trying to mend her already worn-out dress. Her room was just barely managed with only a chair, a bed, and a single cupboard.She was still mending her clothes when the door to her room banged open, and a brown-haired girl was standing at the door. The girl’s eyes were filled with disdain as she looked all over the room before her eyes landed on the girl sitting near the windows. She closed her nose as if the room was smelling badly. "Aren’t you ready yet, or do you want to make Mom and I wait?" Her voice was low but threatening, making the girl look up. The bright blue eyes made the girl standing at the door clench her fist."No sister, I was just mending the cloth
Michael looked at her with interest. You’re probably the first girl to see a torture scene as just a normal show. He continued to watch Aurora as she slowly began falling asleep with a smile, before turning his attention back to the scene. The smile that danced on his lips disappeared as swiftly as it appeared. "There are still seven left, what are you waiting for?" he said. The men let out cruel grins as they looked at their victim, and one of them picked up the clamp and proceeded to remove the remaining nails.After thirty minutes of torture, the victim was already unconscious. Michael called, "Halter." A man emerged from the shadows and stood near Michael with a tablet in hand and eyeglasses. He slightly bowed and answered respectfully, "Yes, master." If it hadn’t been for his master calling, no one would have noticed him. Michael gave his order, "A room," and Halter immediately left to carry out the command. With the years he had spent working under Michael as his secretary, he k
Aurora continued wandering aimlessly in search of something, looking left and right. But she decided to return to the bartender. When she turned around, she didn’t recognize where she was. There were people everywhere, and she was growing tired. She just wanted to sleep.Aurora navigated all around the nightclub in search of her friend, but with no results, until she started opening door by door, taking a peek for one or two minutes and then closing it back, mumbling, "She is not here." She walked down the corridors while smiling; she was already feeling sleepy until she stopped and tilted her head to the side, before smiling to herself, "I’ll just check a few more rooms, and if I don’t find her, I’ll switch to the one where I can sleep." Well satisfied with her decision, she immediately continued her search.Eventually, she opened a door and peeked inside. All the men’s eyes in the room immediately snapped to her. The room itself was barely lit, but it was enough to differentiate the
The first thing Aurora did when entering was to block her ears because the noise was overwhelming. On the other hand, Vicky seemed to enjoy the atmosphere. She immediately grabbed Aurora's hand and brought her to the bartender, who quickly prepared two glasses of vodka. However, the glass served to Aurora was more diluted. As Aurora carried her glass with a doubtful look on her face, Vicky immediately explained, "Since you're not used to alcohol, a small dosage will suffice. Taste it, it’s really delicious." On her words, Aurora took a sip, and her eyes lit up. It was sweet with a hint of alcohol, and she immediately drank the contents of the glass, earning a glare from Vicky. "Even though it’s diluted, it still contains alcohol, so drink it moderately." Aurora nodded, but when another glass appeared, she immediately drank it in one go.Vicky, who missed the scene, didn’t know that Aurora had already downed two other glasses and was letting out little hiccups, which were immediately d
As Aurora left a few minutes later, unbeknownst to her, someone passed by, picked up the red camellia she had left behind, and left the rooftop with it.In the crime scene, the hall was buzzing with noise, the air filled with tension, visible fear, and the scent of blood. There was a heavy commotion as people shouted, faint-hearted individuals collapsed, and the door to the hall was crowded with people trying to flee. But there was a sector around the hall where a man, sitting in the mezzanine, stared down at the scene with a cold face, reflecting how bored he was. He had a brief trace of excitement when he saw the man’s head being shot, but it quickly disappeared as the victim's body fell to the floor. His glassy blue eyes stared at the body lying in the pool of blood with coldness, as his hands rested on the armrest. He lifted his right hand to lean his head on it, and his blonde hair fell to the side.When a man approached him with the camellia, he took it and began feeling the pet
She placed one knee on the ground as she picked up her weapon and placed it in a black backpack. She got up with the bag on her back and walked out of the house, but she immediately went back in, remembering that she still had her bandage on. She removed her leather jacket and took off the bandage. She then flexed her arm to feel the pain, but she winced; her hand was still not completely recovered. She would still need more days for it to be fully healed, but that wouldn’t stop her from attaining her objective. She put her jacket back on and left the house. She looked at the time, only to see that it was 9 PM. Since her destination was not far from her house, she decided to walk, enjoying the night breeze. Her clothes blended with the dark shadows of the night, and her blue eyes reflected no emotions; they were rather calm but sparkled like jewels in the dark.The street was less crowded considering the fact that it was already night. She walked straight until she reached a street
They reached the destination after more than thirty minutes of travel. They arrived at Rendal Street without too many problems, thanks to the lack of traffic jams. As they drove around the street, there were little to no people walking around, making it a more peaceful place to stay. They stopped the car in front of a house. The front was not really eye-catching, but when they entered, it was beautiful; the decoration was simple but suitable for living in. Vicky assured herself that she would guide Aurora to all the rooms of the house. There were two rooms, each with a bathroom, a kitchen, a parlor, and a veranda. Later on, Vicky left, saying she had some things to take care of, and Aurora was left alone in an unfamiliar environment. She walked towards her bedroom to have a closer look at it. It was almost empty; there was only the necessary furniture. She went to check the wardrobe, only to see that it was filled with dresses, and the other was filled with shoes. Her hands brushed
Shadow is her secret identity, but the fact that she refused all the blind dates has disappointed her parents. However, she can’t explain anything, and that really must be what frustrates her. Aurora doesn't know the feeling of knowing so much but being unable to tell the truth because of the fear of losing someone or disappointing them. The only family she had didn't care about her, so she cannot pretend to know what it feels like. She silently held onto her friend’s hand without saying anything; they both stayed silent. Sometimes, they don’t need words to convey what they feel; it is sufficient to feel each other’s presence. Aurora got up and looked at her friend beside her. “I’m thinking of leaving the house tomorrow; I want to buy a house.” This announcement caused Vicky, lying on the side, to get up immediately. She looked at Aurora in shock, opened her mouth, and then closed it. After a few minutes.“Why are you not fine here?” she asked, aggrieved, but Aurora shook her head a
Vicky dragged Aurora to the car, and they left the hospital. It didn't take much time for them to reach the Greyhart mansion, since it was located near the outskirts of the city. They arrived in front of a gate, which automatically opened. They drove and parked the car right in front of the mansion, then got out and entered. The scent of polished wood filled the air, and the entrance was softly illuminated by the glow of the chandeliers. When they entered the mansion, the butler was waiting for them at the entrance. When he saw both of them coming, he bowed respectfully in greeting and said, “Welcome back, Miss. Greetings, Miss Aurora.” They nodded in response and entered, with Aurora a step behind as they walked.As they entered, they came across a woman who was old, almost the same age as her aunt, but more elegant. Her brown hair fell down on her shoulders, and she was giving orders to the servants, her back facing the entrance.She was dressed simply, but it didn’t mask her elegan
As she got out of the bathroom with a towel on her hair, she came across Vicky, who was waking up. She went and sat on her bed and tended to her wet hair. Vicky, who had just woken up, got up from her seat and immediately walked towards Aurora while yawning. She took the towel away from Aurora’s hand and started drying her hair for her. “Let me do it; I’m not sure you will do a perfect job,” her voice still drowsy. Aurora pouted but said nothing, and they fell into a comfortable silence, Aurora relishing in the care her hair was receiving. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh of enjoyment; she really felt comfortable. “I received word from the doctor that we can leave, so I’m taking you today. From now on, you’re going to be staying with me.” Her voice was smooth, but Aurora, hearing the news, was about to interject, “But d—” She was cut off by Vicky. “Remember this: I am not asking for your opinion; I am just informing you that if I don’t have an eye on you at all times, the ne