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."

trapped in a small space after trying to exit the

a weight was pressing

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

time I regained my senses, Dylan was barely hanging on, a smirk tinged with blood decorating his lips. "When I was three, they diagnosed me with congenital heart disease. My parents worked themselves to the bone, saving for five years to afford my surgery. I thought... they wouldn't give up on me. They were my

happened? On my eighth birthday, they left me in the middle of a carnival and never looked

Dylan's laughter was bitter.

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 egg,

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

laughter turned frenzied, blood oozing

room ё there's someone, the headmaster from a

gestured towards the screen,

stood up, searching for a way to communicate with Colin,

dark, and all I

them out! Open the door!" I couldn't find the controls, I

"Colin is still in there! With so many

at me, then suddenly, his laughter softened, replaced by something that

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

as if he could see