Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace



The key was right there, glaringly obvious.

After sipping some water and munching on a chocolate bar, Zoe gradually calmed down.

Annora, relieved, slumped to the ground, tears streaming down her face as she hugged Zoe. "Oh, Zoe."

Once Zoe had regained her composure, she burst into tears, fearfully burrowing into Annora's embrace, her whole body trembling.

"It's okay, it's all going to be okay," Annora whispered soothingly.

Colin glanced outside with an indifferent look. "We need to move."

Time to leave this place.

Everyone had been freed, and soon, the mad puppeteer behind this would make their next move.

"Do you think you're some kind of hero? Or God..." As expected, that voice echoed again, filled with anger. "They hurt you, yet you want to save them. Soon, you'll regret your actions today."

The voice was warning Colin. Saving these people might lead them to turn against him.

Colin gazed coldly at the room's speakers and cameras, a chilling smile playing on his lips, but he remained silent.

For some reason, a shiver ran down my spine.

Colin... Did he genuinely want to save these people, or did he relish the thought of them turning on each other? Starving them seemed too merciful.

Their sins deserved a more brutal punishment. They should spend their remaining time in fear, slowly tortured to death.

Shocked by my own thoughts, I quickly bowed my head, gripping my hands tightly. "Let's go."

By the time we reached the dining area, the place was swarming with people who had cleaned out all the leftovers.

Naturally, Melody had saved some food, and most of the weapons had been stashed away by her, with only a few people managing to get their hands on any.

After eating, everyone still seemed relatively calm, and someone took the initiative to speak. "Can anyone explain what's going on?"

I recognized the speaker from a group photo at the orphanage.

Standing next to James, he seemed to be the oldest boy from the orphanage crowd, named Archer, and the last to be adopted by a middle-class couple.

This person, now looking decent and kind, but I couldn't shake off the feeling... that all of them were wolves in sheep's clothing.

"Seems like everyone's had their fill," that eerie voice echoed through the hallway.

"If you want to leave this place, you'll

need to make it down to the first floor. You're currently on the eighteenth. Only those who make it to the bottom and survive will be allowed to leave alive."

"Now starting the countdown, thirty seconds... and this floor will be flooded with carbon monoxide..."

The voice from the speakers, like a call from the Grim Reaper, was terrifying.

"30, 29..."

The countdown began.

Panic ensued as everyone frantically searched for an exit.

"Who the hell are you? Let us out!" someone bellowed in fear and desperation.

People began to panic, losing their minds.

I looked nervously at Colin.

He and Bran appeared utterly unfazed.

As for Melody and Dexter.

In the blink of an eye, they were gone...

Had they already found the exit and chosen not to tell anyone?

Bastards...

"Colin... are we going to die here?" I asked, gripping his hand tightly.

Colin glanced at me, his voice heavy with implication. "Phoebe, you'll make it out... you'll survive."

In that moment, my heart plunged into an icy abyss. If only one of us could make it out alive...

Did Colin want me to be the one?

"Oh...

to mention." The

countdown abruptly stopped, andetContent © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

that voice spoke again. "I am among you, I could be anyone."

"20, 19, 18..."

Gripping Colin's fingers tightly, terror

could. The killer was among us,

be Bran, could be anyo

could be me, could be Colin, be Bran, could be anyone...