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

at Yasmin.

up to me. "He wants us to turn against each other. If that hasn't happened yet, he won't let

"So, this level acts as a buffer zone. All we need for

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 pointed at

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

meant. But

the murderer," Carol accused as

looked at me apologetically. "Sorry, miss. Carol's not

right? Let's see if that person actually starts killing on this level." Yasmin didn't seem convinced. She gave me a

one would die.

was convinced that someone would

mind was all over the place, just wanting to know

have to admit, I was

floor. Which means he's already gone