YOUNG MASTER'S POV: I AM THE GAME'S VILLAIN
Volume Two: The Mask's Weight
Chapter 170: Nihil Wants a Name
Nihil spoke after midnight.
Not aloud.
That would have been simpler, and Nihil disliked simple things unless they were bleeding.
The voice arrived through the right hand first.
A pressure inside the numbness.
A shape where sensation should have been.
Like something curling in a room that had stayed empty too long and finally remembered it was built to hold a monster.
Name.
I opened my eyes.
The recovery quarters were dark. East medical wing. Curtains drawn. Observation crystal turned toward the wall because Seraphina had insisted privacy remained medical necessity unless collapse began. Elara's potted vine sat near the door, one leaf angled toward the hallway like a quiet informant. Ren slept in the adjoining attendant alcove because "Support Witness contact permitted under observation" had become the academy's most regretted sentence.
Seraphina was not in the room.
