Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 379



I was sitting in the bathtub, my hands trembling as I clutched my phone.

Due to the schemes of James and Damian, I had been too scared to leave my house for a long time, let alone venture out onto the streets.

But I was terrified, terrified that Colin would be ensnared by Melody's lies too.

I felt like I had lost everything...

I didn't even know who it was that had tried to kill me in the first place.

My phone buzzed. It was Colin.

A wave of relief washed over me as I frantically answered the call, but it wasn't Colin who spoke.

Instead, a voice altered by a voice changer spoke, chilling me to the bone. "Phoebe Caldwell...”

He called me by my full name, Phoebe Caldwell.

My nerves instantly went on high alert, my body stiffening.

"I've heard you've been doggedly pursuing the serial killer behind those gruesome murders," the voice said, a hint of amusement lacing his tone. Clutching my phone tighter, my body started to shake uncontrollably. "Who are you... Where's Colin, why do you have his phone?"

“I am the serial killer, I am a god..." His voice was deep, suddenly breaking into laughter. “You can call me The Judge."

vision darkening.

crucial mistake. Once a 'god' becomes emotionally involved, vulnerabilities and flaws emerge," the caller taunted, his laughter growing more sinister. "He

asked, my voice trembling. "Please, don't hurt

without telling anyone, or... he will certainly die," the caller

the bathtub, limping quickly

afford to waste a moment. “I'll do whatever you say, just

it's incomplete," the caller chuckled. "He's

fingertips turned ice cold. "What have you

ended up in my hands?" The creepy voice continued to laugh over the phone. "It's

froze in my tracks,

I'll kill him," the caller evidently knew

He was the killer...

very killer I had been

who had tried to kill

neighborhood, walk three hundred meters, and you'll see a

me, instructing me to

I said warily, holding

"Ha..." As if

someone as clever as

Valler laughed. "Speak?

by

who could escape just breathing,

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