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.

can't go on like this... I need to replenish

from the hook. It

drank the solution

a moment to calm my racing heart, I

and the operating table, the room was

be some sort

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

quiet was suddenly broken by

pressing my ear against it to

screaming, pounding on the doors. "Where is this, let me

"Is anyone there?"

were cries from both women

eyes as fear

everyone's awake now." Suddenly, a creepy, modulated voice came from a corner of the room, its age

it was the creepiness that truly instilled

"Welcome to hell..."

blasted a deafening

ears, crouching down in

list. Too bad... there's been a little

The voice laughed eerily.

"Pity, they were wrong."