Chapter 152 Process

Before either of them could react, a sudden, sickly sweet scent wafted through the van.

"Gas!" Gwen was the first to realize, her voice cutting through the silence, but it was too late.

Thud! Asher's body collapsed, his head hitting the floor with a dull thump. 

Gwen's vision swam, and she staggered as her limbs grew heavy. 

Darkness clawed at the edges of her consciousness, pulling her under. 

She braced for the inevitable impact, but before she could fall, an invisible force caught her mid-collapse.

"Can't have my voyeur girlfriend-to-be getting hurt. Hehehe."

The voice, low and amused, echoed faintly in her fading awareness. Then, everything went black.

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When Gwen woke, her head throbbed with a splitting headache. She groaned, pressing a hand to her temple, her thoughts muddled. 

Slowly, fragments of memory resurfaced—the van, the gas, Asher collapsing. But after that? Nothing.