"Good to know."
A series of crashing sounds combined with a woman's screams sent chills down everyone's spine.
Suddenly, the door was flung open.
Aria Richardson adjusted her clothes, carrying her shoes as she walked out. Her fierce expression instantly made the crowd at the door step aside.
Aria casually ran her fingers through her messy hair and glanced at the red marks on her arms. She looked back at the two women lying on the ground, bruised and disheveled, "Try to set me up again, and I'll scratch your faces."
Lily Armstrong lay on the ground tugging at her torn gown, trembling as she pointed at Aria, "You... Aria, we're not done. Just you wait."
Natalie Rogers clutched her head, looking at the hair that had been ripped out, wailing.
Her hair was already sparse, yet they pulled at it.
