She was uncatchable. No detective could find her, no one knew what she looked like, no one knew her true identity. Her true name was Alice Stein, the wife of the only (and cruel) doctor in their small town of Northam, Dr. Stein. No one ever suspected that she was a murderer, considering that she was one of the sweetest ladies in town. People suspected her first born daughter, a girl whose name meant "blood." Jira. Jira was a bitter young woman towards her mother, always attempting and failing to murder her. The people of Northam only suspected Jira, not any of her other four siblings, one of whom was adopted. The other four children, Adelita, Alicio, Aixa, and Kosovo, were brilliant minds. Adelita was aspiring to be a nurse, like her mother, Alicio becoming a lawyer, and Aixa was where she felt proper- the home. Kosovo was too young, a maiden of thirteen, to decide what she desired to sculpt her life into. Our story begins on a Sunday, the time a gloomy dusk. Clutching her skirts and her knife to prepare to strike. Her victim? The man, she once loved, of Italian descent. Lorenzo Vargas was a man of many ladies, settling on one of her many sisters. His "dear" wife had died two years prior to their daughters were born. He pretended to grieve, giving his father- and mother-in-law his deepest apologies. As he received plenty from fair maidens, Alice was infuriated with him. Taking the two girls into her home with love and tenderness, Alice plotted the man's murder. Slipping away, she kissed her husband good night and made sure no child was awake. Silently, gracefully, the woman slinked through the shadows, not a petticoat muddied by the damp street. Spotting the Italian, his arm sinfully around a young prostitute's waist, the armed woman approached with caution. She first knocked the prostitute out, alerting the man. He spun around, dropping the girl, and stared at the woman from his past. She smiled, not a sweet, "oh-how-do-you-do?" smile. A smile dripping with the poison of an adder. She raised the large knife, and with a sickeningly sweet giggle, she ended the man's life, hacking the body up to the point where identification was impossible. Grinning at the grotesquely mangled corpse, Alice slipped away from the crime scene.