Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1342

The footsteps weren't fast or light. They were heavy, almost ominous.

Definitely

not Ricardo.

And not King either.

In the dim light, Brielle saw the figure approaching. It was the professor, his face horrifying, blood seeping from every orifice.

A chill shot down Brielle's spine, and she shot to her feet, pure instinct driving her to run.

The professor was infected.

This was beyond anything she could have anticipated.

But seeing Brielle seemed to ignite something in him; his already bloodshot eyes flared with a terrifying intensity as his lips twisted into a grotesque smile.

"Brielle, hahaha"

He staggered after her.

her. If Fisher had come to this godforsaken place, it meant there was no cure. She'd

rate. And now, the professor had it. If she got

often stopping to retch, his bloodshot eyes locked on

opening and spread

Brielle's forehead. She didn't dare look ahead, just sprinted

behind her, his laughter haunting

The footsteps grew closer. Her face turned white at the sight of the wall, with only one door beside her.

The room was filled with infected people, writhing like maggots, trapped

the women

been just a

darkness. Now, surrounded by these sick, imprisoned souls, Brielle felt a mix of disgust, powerlessness, and sorrow. en

help, the air thick with the stench

scared to go back out. Outside was no safer; the professor might infect her on purpose. But those inside were

retreated into her sleeves, afraid to touch anything. The walls, undoubtedly, had