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Kneeling beside Aaron, Lolita's tearful eyes locked onto his, and her voice quivered as she whispered, "Even you couldn't beat him..." Slowly, she retrieved a gleaming knife, her trembling hands struggling to contain her emotions.
"I... Don't... Please don't... Save me, please," Lolita implored, her voice breaking.
"Please save me..." A haunting plea reverberated in Aaron's ears, a desperate cry that cut through the ether. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, revealing a heart-wrenching sight. Lolita stood before him, her tear-streaked face contorted in anguish.
Her eyes remained shut, glistening with unshed tears, and in her trembling hand, she held a knife. However, it was not raised with the intent to harm Aaron, but rather herself.
A frail whisper escaped her trembling lips. "I can't..."
