Ariana dodged, clutching the stick tightly in her hand, ready to defend herself. At that moment, a figure suddenly leaped through the window, wielding a bucket of red paint. With a swift motion, he hurled the paint towards Ariana upon landing.

Despite Ariana's effort to shield herself with raised arms, the paint still reached her.

As the man stumbled in the darkness, his hand searched for the Light switch, eventually illuminating the room. Ariana gripped her stick as she faced the two men before her.

Caught between the dual assault of the two men, Ariana skillfully parried their strikes as she slowly backed towards the door.

The realization dawned on Ariana that a direct confrontation would be futile. However, contemplating fetching a knife from the kitchen for self-defense raised the grim specter of potential harm escalating to a deadly outcome.

Ariana considered her options. Finally, with a resolute decision, she bolted into motion, swiftly opting for escape.

With a powerful swing of her stick, she forcefully pushed the two man away. Seizing the moment, she flung open the door and sprinted out into the night.

Her heart pounding with adrenaline, Ariana raced away at full tilt.

The relentless pursuit of the two men spurred her to push her Limits even further.

It was already late at night, and few people were on the street.

Just when exhaustion threatened to overtake Ariana, police officers emerged, swiftly intervening to subdue the two men.

Overwhelmed by relief and the weight of the intense ordeal, Ariana's strength gave out, and she collapsed to the ground.

Ariana's mind was still haunted by the lingering echoes of the terrifying ordeal. Grateful for the absence of Melon that night, she couldn't help but shudder at the thought of potentially dire consequences if Melon had been present during the chaos.

As Holden arrived at the police station, his eyes quickly fell on Ariana, who sat on a chair, her gaze unfocused, splatters of red paint on her.

"Ariana," Holden called out.

Ariana looked up and saw Holden. Overwhelmed by the weight of her emotions, she could mo longer contain her grievances, and tears streamed down her face.

Noticing the paint smeared across her face and the scratches on her arms, Holden's heart shattered. Ignoring the paint that adorned her, he hurried to her side, enveloping her in a tight embrace.

In Holden's comforting embrace, Ariana's emotions erupted into a torrent of tears. "They pulled my hair! How could they do that? My scalp hurts!"

Holden's emotions surged as he beheld the two men crouching nearby.

Without hesitation, he strode towards them with determined steps.