Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 48

It was a visceral reaction to the utmost sorrow and fear, not because the scene was

particularly grotesque.

In the dim cellar, there stood a life–sized glass case, illuminated from beneath, reminiscent of an artifact on display in a museum.

Within the glass, the sight was chilling: myself, hung with countless IV bags like a marionette. eyes gouged out and covered with a crimson blindfold.

My skin was pale and bloodless, and I wore only a scarlet slip dress with my feet nailed to the display stand.

The police and paramedics gingerly lifted the glass cover, and everyone gasped at the sight of

1. me.

For a moment, my body seemed like a macabre work of art, exhibited there.

Dexter stood frozen, his gaze jumping erratically, eyes brimming with horror and confusion.

I didn’t know what was going through his mind. Even I couldn’t bear to look any longer.

too, crystals… Everything on Phoebe, everything that was placed is valuable, even this glass

still has a pulse, her breathing is faint,” the doctor shouted,

to the doctor. A pulse? Faint breathing?

I not dead?

assailant likely injected the victim with a large amount of drugs. These are nutrients to maintain basic bodily functions. Right

raw and spiraling out of control. “Save her, please. Robin, save her!

body trembling as she pleaded. She didn’t know who to beg to keep

The victim can only be positioned like this. If moved…” the doctor

Stella

slowly closing my

I understood why my soul hadn’t vanished with my body. Because I hadn’t

stood still and it was a long while

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Save her.

ironic plea.

trying to confirm that the person displayed in

voice, sounding like he was searching for an

unable to lift his gaze after confirming it was indeed me