Villain Ch 1894. Broken ICU
"We won't die," he said flatly. His voice was calm, even. Like they weren't standing in a broken ICU with a walking nightmare in a blood-drenched gown breathing down their necks.
Shea let out a snort. "Says the guy who just got stabbed in the shoulder with a cursed pen by a ghost doctor."
Allen blinked. Slowly turned his head and gave her a deadpan look that screamed 'really?'
Shea grinned, unfazed.
Jane laughed, still leaning against the bed frame she'd used as cover. Her leg was still bleeding, but her smirk was intact. "Oh yeah, that scene? Totally cinematic. Straight out of a John Brick movie. Just needs some slow-mo and dramatic lighting."
"I thought the same," Larissa said smoothly, licking a bit of black ichor off her fingertip like it was chocolate sauce. "The pen bit? Very stylish. Could use a cape next time."
Allen exhaled through his nose.
Then spoke, dry as dust. "Laugh all you want. But save it for after we beat her, alright?"
