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.

save these people, or did he want to watch them turn on

brutal. They should suffer in fear before being

down, clasping my hands

folks had devoured every

hidden away

spoke up on their own, "What's going on?

speaking from

orphanage kids, named Mark Cruz. He was the last one adopted by a

the feeling. They

like everyone's done eating." The eerie voice echoed in

out of here, you gotta head downstairs. This is the

make i

building. Only those

to the first floor alive get to leave

seconds... The whole floor will be

from the speaker sounded like the Grim Reaper himself, sending

everyone scrambled to find

the hell are you to trap us here?" someone yelled

to lose it, going

glanced at

Joel