Villain Ch 1760. We Stalk You Harder Than Your Enemies Do
Allen showed up on the Crypts gates,
Boots scuffing against old stone carved with unreadable warnings. The air was cooler here—always was. The moment his foot hit the threshold, the temperature dropped like someone exhaled ice across his neck.
Something was wrong.
Not… wrong.
Different.
No movements.
Too quiet.
The kind of quiet that wasn't lazy or peaceful. The kind that held its breath.
Allen blinked once, adjusted his stance.
Then—
The shadows surged.
He didn't flinch. Just shifted his weight slightly left.
A sharp crack broke the stillness—
Blood tendrils.
They came from the right side of the wall. Fast. Wet. Hissing. Like blades made of living muscle. They slashed toward him in a three-pronged arc designed to box him in. Another tendril came low, sweeping toward his legs.
Allen moved like water.
One fluid pivot and lean back—barely enough—
