PTSD Flashback

Villain Ch 1394. PTSD Flashback

Allen set his fork down with a sigh of contentment. His plate was empty, as were the others', and the table was littered with remnants of their meal—crumbs, empty glasses, and the occasional napkin crumpled in defeat. The conversation had slowed into a lazy, comfortable rhythm as the girls chatted about random things: recent game events, gossip from the forums, and the disaster of the last event when Sophia got drunk and made a scene.

Allen leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs with a quiet groan. His thighs were already protesting, the soreness settling in like a dull, persistent ache. He let his gaze drift across the table, taking in the sight of the girls. All of them relaxed, smiling, teasing each other. Too relaxed.

And that's when the suspicion crept in.