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.

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

the professor had it. If

was slower now, often stopping to retch,

caused bleeding from every opening and spread through bodily fluids. Any contact with the

She didn't dare look ahead, just sprinted through every

behind

the wall, with only one door beside her. Who knew what horrors

with dread. The room was filled

the women

been just

Now, surrounded by these sick, imprisoned souls, Brielle

air thick with the stench of rotting flesh.

door, Brielle clutched the key, too scared to go back out. Outside was no safer; the professor might infect her on purpose. But those inside were too weak

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