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."

standing there watching, smirked coldly. "Thinking about going downstairs?

frowned, looking at Yasmin. "What do you

to me. "He wants us to turn against each other. If that hasn't happened yet, he won't let us go downstairs so easily." My nerves

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 work together to find an

saying that just because she asks why, what

at me, his gaze deep. "The best trickery

what he meant. But

the murderer," Carol accused as she pointed

trouble for me. Then, she looked at me apologetically. "Sorry, miss. Carol's not in her right mind." I nodded, brushing it off. But, I couldn't shake the feeling of

see if that person actually starts killing on this level."

level, no one would die. We

was convinced that someone would die on

the place, just wanting

admit, I

the 17th floor. Which means he's already gone to a lower floor.