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

hook. It was

my disgust, I drank the solution

calm my racing heart, I took another

on the wall and the operating table, the room was eerily

must be some sort of medical

to make any sudden moves, I pulled the IV stand closer,

was suddenly broken by a series

pressing my ear against it to

on the doors. "Where

"Is anyone there?"

were cries from both women and

welled in my eyes as fear gripped

modulated voice came from

the creepiness that truly instilled

"Welcome to hell..."

the speakers blasted a deafening

crouching down in

list. Too bad... there's been a little hiccup. Someone thought they were clever thinking that by saving Melody, they could

The voice laughed eerily.

"Pity, they were wrong."