Villain Ch 1905. The World's Perception
Allen opened his VR device with a quiet sigh, the sleek, matte-black headset humming as it linked to the Hell's Gate main server. The login sequence swept over him—flashes of crimson code, a pulse of mana-tinted light—and the next moment, his sight could see his room in the mountain villa.
He sat in the center of his bedroom. Still dressed in the dark, loose shirt and slacks. A soft breeze stirred the gauzy curtains. Outside, birds chirped like nothing in the world had changed. But something had changed.
Allen leaned into the leather-backed sofa and exhaled. Long and slow. His head tilted back, his body loose for once.
That quest… That tape… Arcana's words.
The looping horror, the truth crawling under skin and memory.
And now… Elio training like a madman. The world watching.
He stood up with a push and walked over to the window. Then out. Onto the balcony.
