Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 419

Chapter 419

"Phoebe!" Colin's voice roared, trying to reach me, but Finn had him by the legs, dragging him back.

Dragging the axe Bran had left on the floor, I stepped forward, feeling the wooden floorboards under my feet. Somehow, I knew which board was safe, no traps beneath it.

If you looked closely, where the Jenga tower had fallen, that's where the trap was.

Reaching the middle, I looked up at the projector hanging above and, in a fury, smashed it to pieces.

The hologram flickered and blurred, the little girl's image distorting and then vanishing.

But soon, another projector on the right brought her back. "Phoebe, congratulations, you've learned anger."

She was mocking me.

Trying to provoke me.

I shattered projector after projector until I was out of strength, collapsing to the floor.

As the last projector broke, the gruesome holographic head on the floor also faded away.

It wasn't real... it wasn't Stella's head, just an Al-generated illusion.

But I'll admit, they had succeeded in angering me.

I stood up, hacking at the floor, desperately prying at the floorboards with my hands covered in blood, tears dropping to the floor. "Stella..."

"Stella..."

I cried out her name, frantically clawing at the floorboards.

Come out...

Don't die.

Finn, following the path I had taken. He tried to stop

My tears numbly fell.

the cracks, I could see Stella below, barely alive, as if about to drown in a

I couldn't

That voice echoed again. "You're human,

this what despair

the floorboards, again

wrapped his arms around me from behind, holding

Stella was swallowed by

I couldn't save her.

This was despair.

friend, but soon you'll lose much more." That eerie voice echoed, someone behind

I'll kill you, I'll kill you!"

I wanted to kill.

wanted to

body shook, tears uncontrollably

mind was filled with memories of the

anyone else, let's

I don't want to marry,

so great about Dexter, please don't

"Phoebe, let's go shopping."

Stella, I'm new here too,

"Phoebe?"

despair, my

me silently, feeling my

one who could