Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 482

I stared at the wall, expecting to see my reflection, but the realization sunk in hard and fast: it wasn't a mirror... it was glass. There were people on the other side, observing me, yet their faces were a blur.

I swung my legs off the bed and slowly approached the glass, hoping to catch a glimpse of the other side, but all I saw was my own confusion staring back at me.

The room felt too spacious, too void of any clues, leaving me to wonder about the intentions of the organization.

Were they testing me? Observing me? They wanted to know if I was indeed Phoebe.

Playing right into their hands, I turned around, grabbed the IV stand with determination, and smashed it against the circuit breaker above, plunging the room into darkness. The power outage unlocked the door.

I stepped out into the deserted corridor when suddenly, a dog charged at me.

"Howler..."

It resembled Howler more than Coly ever did, likely another clone of my faithful companion.

The dog pounced, knocking me down with a look of sheer desperation in its eyes, as if it would tear anything to pieces to satiate its hunger.

It snapped at me.

"Howler!" I blurted out instinctively.

Amidst its frenzied struggle, the dog calmed down, gazing into my eyes before letting out a whimper and collapsing beside me.

It was barely hanging on to life, having used its last ounce of strength to pounce on me. All it had to do was bite my neck to survive.

But it didn't.

a sense of spirit that sometimes makes them more humane than people themselves. The organization had deliberately starved Howler's clone, wanting to see if it would attack its owner in a state of frenzy and madness. But the whole experiment was flawed. Pets could be cloned, but memories couldn't

a cloned dog still the same

the dog's head gently and pushed myself

out before me,

or Phoebe Caldwell?" At the end of the hallway, a man in a

of the organization,

asked, seeking to

Not just the elite

all on you, waiting for the experiment to confirm your identity. You're the organization's most valuable and controversial

City is watching?" I probed further, curious about

the

have the

president of the All-Stars

Consortium, Matthew, Dextel

eyes on

They

chair, my gaze fixed on the camera on

They were all watching...

president of the All-Stars Consortium?

Dexter joining the guild against Hailey's

watching me right

the test subject, to see if I

You must answer truthfully to every question displayed on the screen.

he connected

with grave seriousness.