Chapter 76

Karl chillaxing in the front seat of the campervan, hands folded in front of him, staring out at the long, deserted road. Valencia cruising like a boss, one hand on the wheel, the other playing with her flowing hair. The faint scent of coffee still lingering in the air, mixed with the smell of fuel.

"I don't want my campervan to smell like sperm," Valencia suddenly blurts out, breaking the silence. "That's why you're sitting up front, far away from my bed."

Karl side-eyes her, feeling slightly offended but choosing not to make a big deal out of it. He goes back to gazing at the road, his mind drifting to all the shady stuff he's done. All the crimes that felt so easy back then, now weighing heavy on his mind.

"Do you think I'm too evil?" Karl asks out of the blue, his voice unsure. "Sometimes I'm not even sure who I am. All the things I've done... like I don't have morals anymore."