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

it. If she got near

stopping to retch, his bloodshot eyes locked

the late stages, the disease caused bleeding from every opening and spread through bodily fluids. Any contact

didn't dare look ahead, just sprinted

the professor's footsteps echoed behind her, his laughter haunting

like a mile, Brielle hit a dead end. The footsteps grew closer. Her face turned white at the sight of the wall, with only one door beside her. Who knew what horrors lay beyond it, but she had no choice. Taking a deep breath, she

prickled with dread. The room was filled with infected people, writhing like maggots, trapped in

the women

had been just

sick, imprisoned souls, Brielle felt a

the stench of

out. Outside was no safer; the professor might infect her on purpose. But those inside were too weak to pose a threat. Facing them,

to touch anything. The walls, undoubtedly, had been touched by the