Revenge After Death

Clearly, the key was right there.

After taking a sip of water and munching on a piece of candy, Carol began to relax.

Quinn let out a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground. Tears streamed down her face as she hugged Carol tightly, crying, "Carol."

Once Carol regained her composure, she burst into tears.

Terrified, she sought refuge in Quinn's embrace, trembling all over.

"It's okay," Quinn whispered, trying to comfort her.

Steven glanced outside indifferently. "Gotta hurry."

They had to leave this place immediately.

Everyone had been released. Snd soon enough, the lunatic orchestrating everything behind the scenes would make his next move.

"Do you fancy yourself a savior? Or perhaps a god..." That voice echoed again, filled with fury.

"They've harmed you. Yet, you're bent on saving them. You'll regret your choices sooner than you think."

The warning was clear. Saving those people would only result in them seeking revenge on Steven.

Steven stared coldly at the room's speakers and cameras, a smirk playing on his lips. But, he remained silent. For some reason, I felt a chill down my spine.

people, or did he want to watch them turn on each other? Just

brutal. They should suffer in fear

startled myself with that thought and quickly looked down, clasping my hands tightly. "Let's get out

folks had devoured every last bit of

away most of the weapons, only letting

calm, and someone spoke up on

the guy speaking from the

he looked like the oldest among us orphanage kids, named Mark Cruz. He

I couldn't shake the feeling. They were all wolves

everyone's done eating." The eerie voice echoed

gotta head downstairs. This

make i

building. Only those

floor alive get to

The whole floor

speaker sounded like the Grim Reaper himself, sending

scrambled to find an exit on this

are you to trap us

started to lose it, going

nervously glanced

Joel