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...

myself against the bed, I looked at the bag hanging from the hook. It was a fatty nutrient solution, something to

disgust, I drank the solution from the

racing heart, I took another look

chilling message written in blood on the wall and the operating table, the room was eerily clean, not a single hair out of

be some sort

I pulled the IV

suddenly broken by a

ear against it to catch any

doors.

"Is anyone there?"

were cries from

my eyes as fear gripped

creepy, modulated voice came from

creepiness that

"Welcome to hell..."

speakers blasted a deafening

my ears, crouching down in agony, my

my list. Too bad... there's been a little hiccup. Someone thought

The voice laughed eerily.

"Pity, they were wrong."