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."

just standing there watching, smirked coldly. "Thinking

frowned, looking at Yasmin. "What

up 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 tensed

Joel sneered. "So, this level acts as a buffer zone. All we need for everyone to work together to find an

"So, are you saying that just because she asks why, what to do, and cries whenever things go wrong,

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

understand what he meant. But

Carol accused

looked at me apologetically. "Sorry, miss. Carol's not in her right mind." I nodded, brushing it

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

level, no one would die. We just needed

someone

just wanting to know

I was really

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