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.

this... I need to

against the bed, I looked at the bag hanging from the hook. It was

my disgust, I drank the solution from the

my racing heart, I took another look

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

some sort

to make any sudden moves, I pulled the

was suddenly broken by

door, pressing my ear against it

screaming, pounding on the doors. "Where

"Is anyone there?"

from both women and

as fear gripped my

voice came from a corner of the room,

was the creepiness that truly

"Welcome to hell..."

the speakers blasted

my ears, crouching down in agony, my breathing

list you're all familiar with it, right? All of you... you're all on my list. Too bad... there's been a little

The voice laughed eerily.

"Pity, they were wrong."