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 path was due

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

bothering with

know about the ten-minute shifts without a

beats between shifts. Minus a small margin of error, it rounds to about ten minutes." Stella looked

leaning against the wall, remained

It shifts every ten minutes, clockwise," Colin's voice was hoarse from

had fought his way

tell north from south

everywhere, with no

by heartbeats

our bearings?"

do

the eighteenth floor lets through a sliver of sunrise.

how long have you been awake?" I frowned,

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

swr

me," I

out, tentatively grasping the

seemed he was seeking reassurance. "Are you worried about