章 815: Ghost of The Past

Villain Ch 815. Ghost of The Past

Allen opened his eyes and blinked, squinting against the dim light filtering through the dirty attic window. He looked around, taking in the familiar sights of the cramped space filled with dust and clutter. The familiar peeling wallpaper, yellowed with age, covered the walls of his attic room. His bed, more of a sagging mattress on a creaky frame, was surrounded by scattered books and clothes that had long since been discarded. The air was thick with the musty smell of neglect. This was a place he never wanted to return to, a place filled with memories he had tried to bury.

'Why am I here again?' thought Allen with a frown, the discomfort of the past seeping into his bones. The room was a mess, but it had always been his sanctuary, away from the chaos of the rest of the house.