After Kevin left, Mark slowly got up from the bed. The remorse for killing someone was still lingering in his mind. This feeling wasn't there when he was forcibly logged out from the game and returned to the real world. It was like there was no psychological burden. However, when he logged in to the game, he felt like he was suffering from PTSD.
Mark shook off his thoughts as he faced himself in the mirror.
He saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face. His appearance was above average and pleasing to the eyes. Coupled with his defined muscles and well-proportioned body, he was the type of man who would make the opposite gender turn their heads.
His face was still pale and there was a thick gauze wrapped on his chest. "I look like a hammered sh*t." He muttered.
