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."

Yasmin, just standing there watching, smirked coldly. "Thinking about going

Yasmin. "What do you

seems 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 won't

other?" Joel sneered. "So, this level acts as a buffer zone. All we

"So, are you saying that just because she asks why, what to

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

what he meant. But suddenly, a chill ran down

the murderer," Carol accused

covering Carol's mouth, afraid she might say something to cause trouble for me. Then, she looked at me apologetically.

on this level." Yasmin didn't seem convinced. She

buffer level, no one would die. We just

someone would

was all over the place, just wanting

admit, I was really

the 17th floor. Which means he's already