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.

ease the tension. "Maybe Phoebe just reacted without thinking. She's been struggling in her sleep, might've

stepping back

rubbing his arm in

down, then around, feeling an unfamiliar sense

my name softly,

reflexively, I grabbed her by the throat, warding off anyone who

tensed, panic

protectively, eyeing me warily.

down at my hand, overwhelmed by a rush of confusion and helplessness.

what I had

gripping my hand tightly. "Phoebe... it's okay, don't be scared. I know you

a derisive voice from behind. Melody's scorn was palpable. "If you didn't kick the bucket, stop wasting time. If you want to survive, better find a way

cold words hung in the air as she cast a meaningful glance

on me mixed

eyes,

floor. No passages or exits. This floor is different from the seventeenth; 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

moment, it seemed cooperation was our only

won't give

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

thudded,

up an axe and struck

and a thick smell of blood wafted

Everyone tensed up.

rushed over, fearing they'd be left behind if an exit was