Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace



"Colin, wait for us downstairs, okay?" Zoe said, her voice bubbling with excitement.

My fingers tingled, and it took me a moment to find my voice again. "We need to hurry down."

Maybe Colin really was on the ground floor...

That person, he didn't want Colin involved.

He wanted us to turn on each other.

"It's definitely Caleb. He's the mastermind."

The others were still murmuring among themselves, united by a common enemy, which boosted their morale.

Now that someone had already died, their fear was maxed out. At the same time, their will to survive and the darkness hidden within were fully awakened.

"We have to find him, take him out, or we're all dead," James whispered, with the others plotting something in low voices.

"That damned voice hasn't shown up again. Let's take this chance to look for a way out, find the stairs to the lower level," James, being the brains of the group, instructed his companions to search for an exit while they had the chance. "Who knows what kind of craziness that madman will pull next."

I also watched Bran cautiously. "We need to make our way downstairs, too."

"Heh..." Melody, who had been watching the drama unfold, let out a cold laugh. "Think it's that easy to get downstairs?"

I frowned at Melody. "What do you mean?"

"You seem to have missed the real purpose of that man." Melody stepped closer. "He wants us to turn on each other. Without achieving that, why would he let us easily move to the ground floor?"

My nerves were on edge.

"What's more thrilling than first uniting us, building trust and bonds, only to have us betray each other?" Bran scoffed. "So, this level is just a buffer. All we need to do is work together smartly to find the way out. No killing. You're clearly not Phoebe Caldwell."

Melody frowned, eyeing Bran warily. "What do you mean? Just because I'm not constantly asking 'why' or 'what do we do', or crying at the sign of trouble, that makes her it?"

Melody pointed at me.

Bran glanced at me, his eyes deep. "The most successful scams fool everyone, including the scammer themselves..."

I didn't understand what Bran meant.

But my back suddenly felt cold.

"Phoebe...Phoebe is the culprit," Zoe pointed at me, accusing me of being the murderer.

Annora, in a panic, covered Zoe's

mouth, afraid her ramblings would cause trouble for me, then looked at me apologetically. "Don't mind her, Zoe's not in her right mind.

I nodded, not taking it to heart, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease.

"Hmph, think you're right? We'll see if this level ends without death," Melody seemed unconvinced, her gaze cold as she looked at me as if betting against Bran.

Bran believed this level was a buffer without death, just needing us to find the exit.

Melody, however, was convinced someone would still die on this level.

My thoughts were a mess; all I wanted to know was whether Colin was safe.

I was worried about him, I admit, very worried.

"Caleb knows the way out. He's not on the 17th floor, which means he's already moved to a lower level. He doesn't care about your survival," Dexter walked up behind me, his votee low.

I looked up at Dexter, my voice steady. "No, Colin isn't like you; he wouldn't leave me to face danger alone. I believe he's encountered an irresistible threat."

It must be that the real murderer feared Colin too much and took him away amidst the chaos.

I couldn't believe Colin would leave me behind.

"Some people are too foolish to cry until they see the coffin," Melody wrapped her arm around Dexter, sneering. "We don't need to bother with her. Let her face reality when she dies at Caleb's hand. By then, it'll be too late." NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.