Villain Ch 857. Not An Attention Seeker
Cold water splashed onto Allen's face, shocking his system awake. It was like an electric jolt, the icy liquid cutting through the remnants of his sleepiness. He let out his last yawn, a long, exaggerated exhalation that echoed around the cavernous bathroom. The yawn was a stubborn remnant of the grogginess he was finally shaking off. As the last tendrils of sleep dissipated, he stood there, leaning over the porcelain sink, staring at his reflection in the massive mirror that dominated one wall.
He brushed his teeth with a swift, mechanical precision, his other hand scratching his tousled hair. His eyes, still bleary but gradually sharpening, stayed fixed on the mirror. He scrutinized his reflection.