Villain Ch 1940. You Can't Hide
Alex stammered, voice cracking. "A-A-Allen… she's smiling…"
"I know." Allen's voice was razor-sharp and dry as bone. He unsheathed his daggers with a whisper of metal, stepping forward.
Time to kill.
The canvas rippled like disturbed water. No glitch. No fade. She stepped out.
Mariella von Reithmoor—red veil still hanging over her twisted face, mouth dangling loose with black threads swaying like leeches. Her arms jerked unnaturally, elbows bending the wrong way as her high-collared dress dragged along the floor like wet silk.
Alex screamed.
Red_King shouted, "SHE'S OUT SHE'S OUT SHE'S OUT—"
Allen lunged.
