Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 413



"When I first spilled my guts about my revenge plan, you told me...in life, it's important to leave an escape route, not just for others, but for yourself too." Dylan wheeled around to face me. "As I was pushed down that roller coaster, all I could think was how great it would be if someone... anyone, could save me."

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"Let me be selfish for a moment, Phoebe... why should I leave an escape route for these people?" Dylan's laugh was eerie. "Did they ever think of leaving one for me?"

A chill ran down my spine as I turned around, intending to call for help.

That wasn't the exit to the fourteenth floor! That was Dylan's final trap!

"Click!" The door to the control room slammed shut, trapping me inside.

My heart raced as I glared at Dylan. "Let them out!"

But Dylan just laughed, a sound filled with too much joy for the situation. "Haha... Phoebe, you can't save them."

Panic-stricken, I glanced at the security monitors. Colin and the others had been trapped in a small space after trying to exit the stairwell, the door sealing behind them.

"What have you done..." I gasped, feeling like a weight was pressing down on my chest, losing control for a moment.

I turned back to Dylan, dragging him to the ground, my knife piercing his palm. "Let them out..."

By the time I regained my senses, Dylan was barely hanging on, a smirk tinged with blood decorating his lips. "When I was three, they diagnosed me with congenital heart disease. My parents worked themselves to the bone, saving for five years to afford my surgery. I thought... they wouldn't give up on me. They were my parents, after all."

"But what happened? On my eighth birthday, they left me in the middle of a carnival and never looked back."

Dylan's laughter was bitter.

"Later, I ended up in an orphanage. I naively thought that all the kids there, abandoned like me, could huddle together for warmth, forming a new family... But the siblings I thought I had, would push me into the abyss over something as trivial as an egg, a slice of bread, a glass of milk, or a spot on a roller coaster."

"I struggled, I tried to escape, understanding that human nature isn't purely good or evil. It all hinges on a single thought - a thought can turn you into a demon or a saint..."

Dylan's laughter turned frenzied, blood oozing from his lips.

He pushed my hand away, dragging his broken legs to the wall, leaning against it. "In that pitch-black room ё there's someone, the headmaster from a special school... I told him, to survive, he had to kill anyone who entered..."

Dylan gestured towards the screen, urging me to look.

Desperately, I stood up, searching for a way to communicate with Colin, warning him about the person inside...

But the footage was too dark, and all I could hear were screams.

"Let them out! Open the door!" I couldn't find the controls, I couldn't just let Dylan die.

I grabbed his collar, fury in my eyes. "Colin is still in there! With so many innocent people, have you lost your mind?"

Dylan looked at me, then suddenly, his laughter softened, replaced by something that resembled contentment.

With his bloodied hand, he gently wiped away my tears. "Phoebe... you're crying. You've learned to fear, haven't you?" I stiffened, releasing Dylan.

He just stared at me, as if he could see right through.

Suddenly, I felt afraid and anxious. What was my connection to him?

And to this deadly trap?

"Let them out... please." I couldn't

find the switch to open the secret et

room. knew Dylan designed this so-called 'escape route' as a death trap.

He didn't leave a way out, nor did he install a mechanism to release them.

"Phoebe, this is a dead end," Dylan said, looking at the screen, his voice hoarse "Every ten minutes, the fights in the secret room will flash on for three seconds. Whether they survive is up to fate."