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."

smirked coldly. "Thinking about

looking at Yasmin. "What do

Yasmin walked up to me. "He wants us to turn against

us against each other?" Joel sneered. "So, this level acts as a buffer zone. All we need for everyone to

looking warily at Joel. "So, are you saying that just because she asks why, what

deep. "The best trickery fools everyone, even the one pulling

meant. But suddenly, a

is the murderer," Carol accused

she looked at me apologetically. "Sorry, miss. Carol's not in her right mind."

right? Let's see 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

claimed this was just a buffer level, no one would die. We

was convinced that someone would die on

was all over the place, just wanting to know if Steven was

admit, I was

He's not on the 17th floor.