Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 413

Chapter 413

"When I first spilled my guts about my revenge plan, you told me...in life, it's important to leave an escape route, not just for others, but for yourself too." Dylan wheeled around to face me. "As I was pushed down that roller coaster, all I could think was how great it would be if someone... anyone, could save me."

But no one did. No one could save him. All that awaited him was fear, pain, and..... a life of disability.

"Let me be selfish for a moment, Phoebe... why should I leave an escape route for these people?" Dylan's laugh was eerie. "Did they ever think of leaving one for me?"

A chill ran down my spine as I turned around, intending to call for help.

That wasn't the exit to the fourteenth floor! That was Dylan's final trap!

"Click!" The door to the control room slammed shut, trapping me inside.

My heart raced as I glared at Dylan. "Let them out!"

But Dylan just laughed, a sound filled with too much joy for the situation. "Haha... Phoebe, you can't save them."

been trapped in a small space after trying to exit

was pressing down on my chest, losing control for

back to Dylan, dragging him to the ground, my knife piercing his palm.

with congenital heart disease. My parents worked themselves to the bone, saving for five years

they left me in the middle of a carnival

Dylan's laughter was bitter.

ended up in an orphanage. I naively thought that all the kids there, abandoned like me, could huddle together for warmth, forming a new family... But the siblings I thought I had, would push me into the abyss over something as trivial as an

isn't purely good or evil. It all hinges on a single thought - a thought can turn you into a

blood oozing

that pitch-black room ё there's someone, the headmaster from a

towards the screen,

up, searching for a way to communicate with Colin, warning him about the

dark, and all I could hear were

couldn't find the controls, I couldn't just let Dylan

is still in there! With so many innocent people, have you lost your

looked at me, then suddenly, his laughter softened, replaced

he gently wiped away my tears. "Phoebe... you're crying. You've learned to fear,

just stared at me, as if he could see right