Villain Ch 1765. Old School Platform Games
Allen took the first step onto the bridge, and the moment his boots hit the unstable tile, the bridge responded.
The lullaby was getting clearer.
Soft.
Familiar.
Faint.
High notes. Gentle hums.
Haunting. Comforting.
Wrong.
He didn't stop walking. "On my mark," Allen said calmly. "We run."
"Wait, run?" Zoe blinked. "Can we walk fast? Or sexy-strut?"
Vivian cracked her knuckles. "I vote for power-stride. If I run in these heels, someone's getting a concussion."
"No," Allen repeated, voice sharper now. "We have to run."
They all tensed.
Then—
"Go."
The team launched forward in unison.
Boots slammed against flickering tiles. The bridge rattled. The world groaned. Wind rose with their movement—lashing against cloaks, hair, and wings.
And that song—
It got louder.
Clearer.
Lyrical now.
"Shea?" Alice called out between huffs, eyes wide. "Is that your voice?"
