Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 401

The mice seemed to have a phobia of entering other spaces. After Stella made her escape, they just peered through the cracks, as if they were watching a horror movie they were too scared to star in.

The walls of the room shifted again, sealing off the way we had come. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, like a butcher's shop at the end of a long day.

Colin, poor guy, looked like he was running on fumes... Battling non-stop for what felt like an eternity, he was about to crash.

"Phoebe..." I approached him, and he looked up at me, exhaustion etched deep in his eyes.

I didn't say anything, just ruffled his hair, trying to offer a bit of comfort.

Colin tensed for a moment, swallowing hard, his gaze heating up as he looked at me.

"Take a break. I've got us from here," I whispered, my voice low, and turned to survey the room.

Pushing himself off the floor, Colin moved slowly towards the wall. "I've got a plan. There are 187 rooms on this floor, with the exit smack in the middle. We're currently due north."

I nodded, sketching a map of the maze on the wall with the blood that was, unfortunately, in ample supply.

"The last room with the mice had a map of the maze. It's like it's burned into my brain..."

"We're here," I pointed to our location on the north side. "The maze shifts every ten minutes, but the overall layout remains the same. We can't wait for it to shift on its own; we need to find the mechanism that opens the wall we need."

the center. The straightest

dumbfounded, before whispering, "Phoebe... You memorized the

not bothering

about the

a small margin of error, it rounds to about ten minutes." Stella looked at me, speechless for a

against the wall,

clockwise," Colin's voice was hoarse from

his way

can you tell north from south in this

pitch black everywhere, with no just artificial light.

time by

find our

do

shaft on the eighteenth floor lets through a

awake?" I frowned, reaching

eyes were red, bloodshot from exhaustion or stress, it was hard to tell. He seemed nervous, almost hesitant.

swr

me," I

tentatively grasping the hem of my shirt.

seemed he was seeking reassurance. "Are you worried