Villain Ch 1991. Walking into Hell
Allen pulled into the underground parking lot of the Cyber building, engine purring low as he backed the bike into his reserved spot. The overhead lights flickered slightly, casting long shadows over the sleek matte black of his ride. He cut the ignition and just sat there for a second, helmet still on, letting the silence settle around him.
He exhaled.
Alright. Game face.
Pulling off the helmet, he ran a hand through his hair, combed it back with his fingers, and checked his reflection in the side mirror. No blood. No bruises. No lipstick smears. Clean.
Well. Almost.
The faintest hint of a hickey still lingered on the curve of his neck.
"...Fck," he muttered.
