†PLEASE†

"BAM" that echoed through the kitchen. The sound was deafening, and Aria's head spun as she felt a wave of pain wash over her. She stumbled backwards, her vision blurring as she struggled to stay upright.

The frying pan clattered to the floor, spinning around in a circle before coming to a stop. Aria's eyes slowly but not clear focused on the pan, and then she looked up to see the woman standing in front of her. The woman was holding a second frying pan.

The woman was standing with her feet apart, indicating she was ready for a fight, her eyes blazing with a fire. Her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were still the torn and dirty ones. But despite her rough appearance, there was strength and resilience.

Aria struggled to her feet with her head pounding with pain from the first blow. She was dazed and disoriented, but before she could even take a step forward, another frying pan came crashing down on her head for the second time.