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."

center. The straightest path was

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

nodded, not bothering

do you know about the ten-minute shifts

rate is 68 beats per minute. It took 683 beats between shifts. Minus a small margin of error, it rounds to about ten minutes." Stella looked at me, speechless for a long

the wall,

clockwise," Colin's voice was hoarse

way through by timing

you tell north from south

everywhere, with no just artificial

time by heartbeats

our bearings?"

do

floor lets through a sliver

how long have you been awake?" I frowned, reaching out

was hard

swr

Trust me," I

reached out, tentatively grasping the hem

was seeking reassurance. "Are