The sounds of cicada bugs chirping in the near distance took the village by storm. The sun had set long ago, and majority of the locals had gone to sleep. Among the village's many inhabitants was the leaf's Sayuri Senju, who had come all this way to perform acts of treachery. A single, monotonic screech sounded, as a corpse fell between the feet of the assassin. Holding a bloody kunai in her hand, Sayuri gently wiped it against her leggings, before making her escape, lugging the man's dead body over her shoulders. "You can come on out. I know your there."