You trudge away, and cousin Melvin howls with laughter and triumph.

You walk towards his mother, Aunt Karen, who is standing near the kitchen counter on her phone.

Aunt Karen is middle aged and has a blond bob cut.

YOU: Your son Melvin just harassed me about my propellor hat! He even stole it from me! Go kick his butt!

AUNT KAREN: My sweet baby angel would NEVER do such a thing! Who do you think you are, lying about my only son?

Then, Aunt Karen grabs a wooden spoon from the countertop. Before you can begin to process what is happening, she delivers a powerful blow to your head with the spoon

Unimaginable pain flows throughout your head, and everything goes black.