Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 99

After leaving the Larson estate, I hailed a cab and made my way back to my childhood home

alone.

Ever since my parents died in that tragic car accident, debt had forced me to sell off all our properties except for this one old house. It was a haven of memories, all that remained of my life with Mom and Dad.

Stepping out of the taxi, I was greeted by the sight of a place I hadn’t seen in ages, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within me.

I retrieved the key hidden beneath a flowerpot and stood motionless at the threshold for a long time before I could bring myself to unlock the door.

The house was quiet, filled with photographs of me and remnants of my parents‘ life.

It seemed as though nothing had changed, yet everything was different.

Sitting on the couch, I gazed at a painting on the wall, lost in a dreamlike reverie.

“Click—”

Suddenly, a faint noise came from behind me.

My body tensed instantly, every nerve on edge.

Was someone in my house?

I didn’t dare to turn around; instead, my hand slowly crept towards my phone, intending to call the police.

But it’s always the same in moments of sheer panic – fumbling and clumsy, it took an eternity to unlock the screen.

someone’s gaze boring into

intake of breath, I spun around to face

the doorway, stood a man gripping a bat, his face dark with

I was mute with

This man…

right cheek was marred by a large burn scar, and his fingers bore similar marks. His appearance was

terror that gripped me just

you been following me?” His voice was

words came out – it was fear manifest, emanating from

16:16

did you know I’d be here?” He furrowed his brow, tossing aside the bat as if he was used to conversing

could only stare,

who

right. I was now assuming Foebe’s identity.

would he

be here,” I murmured, taking a deep breath. “This was Phoebe’s

it? I’ve been getting close to her friend Stella recently, and she mentioned where Phoebe used to live.”

sofa. “I’m just laying low here for

standing, stiff as

been quite successful,” he

body rigid with confusion.

he

man? What was

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now.” I guessed, trying to connect the dots to my collaboration