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.

trying to ease the tension. "Maybe Phoebe just reacted without thinking. She's been struggling

quickly released Bran, stepping back

his arm in pain,

around, feeling an unfamiliar sense of

name softly,

grabbed her by the throat, warding off

tensed, panic in

stepped in front of Stella protectively, eyeing

looking down at my hand, overwhelmed by a rush of confusion and helplessness. "It wasn't me...

didn't understand what I

be scared. I know you didn't mean it. Let's get

came a derisive voice from behind. Melody's scorn was palpable. "If you didn't kick the bucket, stop

cold words hung in the air as she

on

eyes, frowning back,

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 récklessly," Dexter

seemed 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,

wall thudded, clearly

picked up an axe and struck

a thick

Everyone tensed up.

group rushed over, fearing they'd be left behind if