Chapter 389



The floor was littered with three bodies, one of whom I recognized from the orphanage. The other two were strangers to me, not from the orphanage, but their presence here was a mystery.

Relief washed over both Bran and me upon not finding Colin among the deceased.

"These two were traffickers," Bran announced, eyeing the unidentified bodies.

Surprised, I asked, "How can you tell?"

"There's a tattoo here," Bran pointed to a tattoo behind one of the trafficker's ears, a cross emblem.

"The victims of the dismemberment cases had similar mutilated emblems behind their ears," Bran frowned, scanning our surroundings. "He's got to be okay. We need to get out of here."

I glanced around frantically.

Colin, please be safe.

"Is this the only way to get to the 17th floor?" I asked Bran anxiously.

"As far as I've found, yes. But I can't be sure it's the only one," Bran shook his head.

found another way

do was pray

On the 17th floor.

the open space at the center

his usual aloof self, standing by Melody as

was starting to wonder if it had all been

spot Colin on the 17th floor. Everyone shook their heads,

probably behind

the pot. "Remember the voice that said the killer is among us? I

serial

from the foster home..." someone

Annora's husband, Jaxon, also

swear, that maniac

no doubt about

didn't save them, letting that Carter guy burn alive. He's

continued, they might really start believing Colin was the murderer and harm him. "No way, he saved us,"

wouldn't be fun anymore.

joined in, yelling, "He's

so-called genius. Killing us would be a piece of cake for him. We can't just sit around waiting to die. If we find him, it'll be self-defense to

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