Seems I was attacked," I said.
Aunty Margaret, her expression filled with concern, inquired, "Attacked? Who could have possibly attacked you?"
With a playful smile, I replied, "You attacked me by waking me up, disturbing my peaceful slumber." I made light of the situation, concealing any hint of my hidden powers.
She nodded, understanding, and said, "I woke you up to notify you. I'm heading out for shopping, just in case you need anything."
I touched my face, feigning nonchalance. "Oh, I see. I don't think I'm in need of anything at the moment." As I did so, I couldn't help but notice the faint marks on my cheeks, further fueling my curiosity about my unusual abilities.
Aunty Margaret glanced at your cheeks and asked, "Are you sure you're okay? Those marks on your cheeks look unusual."
"I'm okay," I answered, avoiding her gaze.
As I walked out of the house, I strolled down the street. Aunty Margaret had already left, leaving behind a noticeable absence of proper food or snacks, save for a few chocolate bars. This made me wonder how an adult woman could prefer chocolates over regular meals.
While checking notifications on my phone, I found none of interest. Instead, my attention was drawn to the details of the streets around me. I spotted a black cat gracefully climbing a fence, its back arched and tail swaying.
The road appeared wide but was overgrown with grass, giving it an ancient, forgotten atmosphere. All the houses lining the street seemed old, with weathered, dirty walls.
My curiosity piqued as I came across a black gate with a poster that read "*no Kids here*." I couldn't help but assume that this house belonged to an unusual elderly lady.