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.

Fisher had come to this

it. If she got near him, she'd be done

now, often stopping to retch, his bloodshot eyes locked on her

opening and spread through bodily fluids. Any contact with the professor's stuff could

dripped down Brielle's forehead. She didn't dare look ahead,

echoed behind her,

wall, with only one door beside her. Who

with dread. The room was filled with infected people,

women

been just a

sick, imprisoned souls, Brielle felt a mix of disgust, powerlessness, and

air thick with the stench of rotting flesh. This was Fisher's

go back out. Outside was no safer; the professor might infect

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