Revenge After Death

My breath hitched. "What do you mean, go downstairs?"

"Steve's waiting for us down there," Carol said cheerfully.

My fingers tingled, and I hesitated before speaking, "We need to go downstairs fast." Perhaps Steven was really on the first floor.

That lunatic didn't want Steven involved. He wanted us to turn against each other.

"Steven's definitely the mastermind," some muttered. They were all banding together against him.

Now that someone had died, their fear was maxed out, stirring up their survival instincts and deepest malice.

"We gotta find him and deal with him, or we're done for," Howard muttered quietly. While a few others whispered among themselves, scheming away.

"That annoying voice hasn't shown up. Let's use the time we've got to find a way out, to the next floor," Howard, being clever, instructed a couple of his group to look for a way out. "Who knows what crazy stuff that lunatic might pull next."

I glanced at Joel cautiously. "We gotta head downstairs too."

watching, smirked coldly. "Thinking about going downstairs? Seems

frowned, looking at Yasmin.

"He wants us to turn against each other. If

uniting us, building trust, forming bonds, and then turning us against each other?" Joel sneered. "So, this level acts as a buffer zone. All we need for everyone to

her brow, looking warily at Joel. "So, are you saying that just because she asks why, what to do, and cries whenever things go wrong, that makes her Stephanie?" She

deep. "The best

what he meant. But suddenly, a chill ran down

Carol accused as she pointed at

apologetically. "Sorry, miss. Carol's not in her right mind." I nodded, brushing it

if that person actually starts killing on this level." Yasmin didn't seem convinced. She gave me a cold glance, as if she were betting

one would die. We just

someone

just wanting to know if Steven

admit, I was really worried about

way out. He's not on the 17th floor. Which means he's already gone to a lower