Revenge After Death

Benjamin pivoted his wheelchair to face me directly. "I remember vividly the time I confided in you about my plan for revenge. You told me that as a human being, leaving a way out for others is also leaving a way out for yourself.

"It made me think of the time I was pushed off the roller coaster and how I had hoped someone would come and save me."

But no one could save him. What awaited him was only fear, pain, and... a lifetime of disability.

"On a selfish note, why should I leave a way out for these people? Did they ever leave one for me in the first place?" Benjamin smirked, a strange smile on his face.

Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine. I wanted to leave here to warn them. That was not the way to the 14th floor! It was Benjamin's final trap!

The door to the control room suddenly closed, trapping me inside.

My heart was beating a little faster, and I glared at Benjamin. "Let them out!"

Benjamin laughed gleefully. "Haha... Stephie, you can't save them."

I gazed at the surveillance monitor in panic. Once Steven and the others descended the stairs, the exit would close automatically, leaving them all trapped in that confined space.

"What are you going to do to them?" I felt like I was suffocating, like there was a weight pressing down on my chest. I seemed to lose control at that moment.

down. I swiftly plunged the

I regained consciousness, I found Benjamin on the brink of death. A haunting smile

I was diagnosed with congenital heart disease. My parents tirelessly worked from dawn to dusk, saving up for five years to cover my surgery expenses. I truly believed they would never give up

birthday, they abandoned me at the market, and I've

was sent to the orphanage. I naively believed that my companions there were all abandoned children as well. I hoped

believed that we could be like siblings even though we weren't related by blood. But why did they push me into the abyss over just an egg, a piece of bread, a glass of

break free. I understand that the human heart holds no pure good or evil. Our thoughts shape everything. A single thought has the

trickled from the corner of his mouth. He forcefully pushed my hand aside,

in

order to survive, he should kill anyone who entered." Benjamin pointed to the monitor and asked me to

ет

for a device to make a call. I wanted to remind Steven that there was someone inside. However, I couldn't see clearly

Someone was screaming.

go! Open the door!" I couldn't locate the control switch, so I couldn't kill

"Steve is still inside! There are so many innocent

was no longer wild but rather filled with a

blood, he gently wiped the tears from my face. "Stephie... you're crying. You've learned