Villain Ch 1456. I Can't Feel My Legs
The next morning, Allen woke up to the distinct feeling of regret.
Not the kind that came from bad decisions, but the kind that settled deep in his bones—the type that whispered, 'you did something insane, and now you're paying for it.'
His eyes cracked open, barely. The room was dim, the golden light of morning filtering through half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows over the chaotic mess around him. His brain hadn't fully rebooted yet, everything still sluggish and blurred, and for a moment, all he could think was— 'Where the hell am I?'
He frowned, forcing himself to sit up, only for a sharp, burning ache to radiate through his thighs. His whole body protested the movement, muscles stiff, overworked, a dull soreness pulsing through him like an aftershock.
He winced.
"…Yup… shouldn't have done that crazy thing," he muttered under his breath.
And then his memory kicked back in.
'Right.' He wasn't in his own room.
