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?

looking at Yasmin. "What do you

haven't figured out what that person really wants," Yasmin walked up to me. "He wants us to turn against each other. If that hasn't happened yet, he

turning us against each other?" Joel sneered. "So, this level acts as a buffer zone.

asks why, what to do, and cries whenever things go wrong, that makes her

me, his gaze deep. "The best trickery fools everyone, even the one

didn't understand what he meant. But suddenly, a chill ran down

murderer," Carol accused as she

Then, she looked at me apologetically. "Sorry, miss. Carol's

starts killing on this level." Yasmin didn't seem convinced. She gave me a cold

a buffer level, no one would die. We just needed to find the

Yasmin was convinced that someone would die on this

place, just wanting to know if Steven

admit, I was really

17th floor. Which