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.

just reacted without thinking. She's been struggling in her

stepping back without

arm in

feeling an unfamiliar

name softly, noticing

reflexively, I grabbed her by the throat, warding off

panic in

front of Stella protectively, eyeing me warily. "Did the

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

didn't understand what

hand tightly. "Phoebe... it's okay, don't be scared.

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

hung in the air as she cast a meaningful glance at Dexter and

on me

met Dexter's eyes, frowning

seventeenth; it's. filled with partitions that seem solid

cooperation was our only hope

won't

to find a way out. There must be other traps, like the power outage on the seventeenth floor, followed by murder," Bran cursed,

thudded,

up

and a thick smell of blood

Everyone tensed up.

the commotion, James and his group rushed over, fearing they'd be left