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.

themselves. The organization had deliberately starved Howler's clone, wanting to see if it would attack its owner

cloned dog still the

dog's head gently and pushed myself

before me,

the end of the hallway, a man in a

part of the organization, a

I asked, seeking to understand the extent

the

the experiment to confirm your identity. You're the organization's most valuable and controversial asset," he replied, his laughter echoing the madness of

Sea City is watching?" I probed further, curious about the faces beyond

of the global

have the privilege.

president of the All-Stars

Consortium, Matthew, Dextel

have eyes on

They

into a chair, my gaze fixed

They were all watching...

president of the All-Stars Consortium?

Dexter joining the guild against Hailey's

watching me

subject, to

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

he

grave seriousness. "Who are