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 godforsaken place, it meant

it. If

often stopping to retch, his bloodshot eyes locked on her as he

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

She didn't dare look

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

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

her scalp prickled with dread. The room was filled with infected people, writhing like maggots,

women caged

been just a glimpse

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

were beyond help, the air thick with the stench of rotting

might infect her on purpose.

retreated into her sleeves, afraid to touch anything. The walls, undoubtedly, had been touched by the