Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 381



If I've always lived in the shadows, please don't show me the light...

If you give me light, don't toss me back into pitch darkness where I can't see my hand in front of my face.

Suddenly, the room lit up.

All I could see was a stark white wall, with something that looked like blood spelling out those two sentences.

My eyes couldn't adjust to the sudden brightness, and I instinctively closed them, my whole body shaking uncontrollably with fear.

Rubbing away the tears brought on by the glare, I nervously scanned my surroundings.

I woke up on an old, decrepit operating table, an IV hooked to my wrist. Glancing up, I realized it was filled with the same kind of nutrient solution used for coma patients, the same kind they used when I was turned into a specimen, displayed inside a glass cab.

I fearfully looked down at my body.

My clothes were gone, replaced by a hospital gown. In a panic, I pulled out the IV and frantically checked for any wounds, incisions, anything.

It must have been a long sleep; my vision went dark, and my legs gave way as I tried to stand, collapsing onto the floor.

Shivering all over, I fought to regain some semblance of sanity.

go on like this... I need to

from the hook.

I drank the solution from

calm my racing heart, I took another

operating table, the room was eerily clean, not a

some

any sudden moves, I pulled the IV stand closer, gripping it tightly, ready

by

door, pressing my ear

on the doors. "Where is this, let

"Is anyone there?"

cries from both women

in my eyes as fear gripped my

now." Suddenly, a creepy, modulated voice came from a corner of the room, its age and

creepiness that

"Welcome to hell..."

the speakers blasted a

down in agony,

right? All of you... you're all on my list. Too bad... there's been a little hiccup. Someone thought they were clever

The voice laughed eerily.

"Pity, they were wrong."