Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 397



"Are you okay?"

With a scream that cut through the air, it was Bran. In my dazed state, when Bran came to check on me, I had him pinned against the wall in a manner that must have been quite painful.

Bran looked at me, utterly bewildered, before finally finding his words. "Holy smokes... Caleb was right, you really are Phoebe Caldwell..."

I furrowed my brows, the headache feeling like it was tearing my soul from my body.

"Feels weird to be back among the living, huh?" I croaked out.

After I said it, even I was confused.

Who was I asking?

Myself or someone else?

Bran, still pinned against the wall, stiffened before starting to complain. "Ouch, ouch, let go..."

Stella, standing nearby, watched us with shock, while Finn and Robin quickly intervened, prying me off Bran.

"You've got some moves..." Robin said, looking puzzled.

It was like a professional hold, something they were taught in training - a technique to maximize damage even with a significant power difference.

reacted without thinking. She's been struggling in

quickly released Bran, stepping

arm in

down, then around, feeling

Stella called my name softly, noticing my

the

tensed, panic in her

of Stella protectively, eyeing me

down at my hand, overwhelmed by a rush

didn't understand what I

"Phoebe... it's okay, don't be scared. I know you didn't mean it. Let's get out

kick the bucket, stop wasting time. If you want to

as she cast a meaningful

his gaze on me

eyes, frowning back,

it's. filled with partitions that seem solid but are actually just drywall. Some hide strange noises behind them. We shouldn't break them down récklessly," Dexter reported

was our only hope for a

lunatic won't give

out. There must be other traps, like the power outage on the seventeenth floor, followed by murder,"

thudded, clearly

stepping back, then picked up an axe and struck

open, and a

Everyone tensed up.

fearing they'd be left behind if an