Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 420



I glanced towards the end of the hallway, where Silas, the guy who usually blends into the background, had somehow made his way to the far end without us noticing.

His eyes, shaky and uncertain, landed on the big red emergency button on the wall before darting back to us.

"Hit it, and the escape route will open," a voice whispered, tempting Silas to press it.

We all held our breath, eyes locked on Silas, tension crackling in the air.

Tears streamed down Silas's cheeks as he shook his head. "I-I'm sorry, I'm just so scared. I just want to get out of here, I'm so sorry..."

It was a stark reminder of human nature-how, in the quest for survival, one might sacrifice everyone else.

"Silas!" Annora cried out, her voice breaking with emotion.

But Silas pressed the button anyway.

Through his tears, he stammered, "I know I've made mistakes before, but I've changed, I swear. These past years, I've been trying to do good, to make up for not helping when Colin Carter was hurt in that fire. What could I have done against them? I wasn't strong enough; I just wanted to survive. Is that so wrong? I've been living quietly, working hard, just wanting a normal life. Why am I here? Why?!"

With a look of utter despair, he dashed through the now-open passage without hesitation.

"Self-preservation activated," announced an eerie voice.

As Colin and I made for the exit, a metal gate slammed down, trapping us inside.

No way out.

The room dimmed suddenly, and countless infrared sensors lit up, targeting our foreheads and chests.

Behind us, we knew, were guns ready to fire, leaving us no chance of escape.

"Let's play a game," the creepy holographic little girl reappeared, smiling wickedly at me. "Phoebe, it's him or him. Only one can survive. You choose. You have twenty seconds."

She pointed at Dexter and Colin, forcing me to make an impossible choice.

My body trembled with anger, a destructive urge swirling within me.

I glared at the camera. "I'll kill you..."

"Phoebe, I'm helping you figure out your heart. Don't you want to know whether it's Caleb or Dexter you truly love the unsettling voice teased. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Countdown begins...20...19, 18, 17..."

Neither Dexter nor Colin spoke; their eyes fixed on me, waiting for my decision.

Gripping the axe, I smashed it

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towards the hidden holographic camera, growling, "Do I look like need your help making decisions?"

Before the countdown ended, I sprinted towards a wall, using it to leap and grab one of the infrared sensors, pulling it down.

Finn, with Robin and Annora in tow, quickly dodged to safety.

Colin and Dexter also moved out of harm's way as gunfire sprayed where we had just been.

"Phoebe!" In the chaos, Colin found the switch controlling the gate.

He pulled me away from the gunfire, and we made our escape.

"Phoebe!" Dexter also got out, reaching for me, but Colin swiftly pulled me back, holding me tightly a challenging look in his eyes directed at Dexter. "Phoebe, I want to know too-between me and Dexter who would you choose?" Content

Dexter, visibly angry, shot back at Colin, "Are you insane? This is not the time for choosing. Let's go!"

Finn, dragging a dazed Robin and a terrified Annora, led the way out.

And Melody, lucky as ever, had made it to the fourteenth floor.

"Phoebe...would you choose me?" Colin asked, his eyes red, voice tinged with a stubborn plea.