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

quickly released Bran, stepping

arm in pain,

around, feeling

name

her by the throat,

body tensed, panic in

stepped in front of Stella protectively, eyeing me

rush of confusion

didn't understand what

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 wasting time. If you want

the air as she cast a meaningful glance

on me mixed with

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

cooperation was our only hope for a

won't give us

the power outage on the seventeenth floor, followed by murder," Bran cursed, kicking a wall

wall thudded,

picked up an axe and struck the

open, and a thick smell of blood wafted

Everyone tensed up.

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