Revenge After Death

As the light went out and the secret room plunged back into darkness, they had to proceed with caution. They were afraid that any careless move could harm their companions unintentionally. "Place your hand on each other's shoulders and declare your name!" Steven's voice echoed through the dark, inviting them to step forward and reveal their name through the connection of their hands on his shoulders.

"Zion."

"Rachel," said Rachel, her voice trembling with fear.

Rachel gently placed her hand on the shoulder of the person standing in front of her. The other person uttered, "Michael."

"Yasmin."

"Eason..."

"Howard..." Howard's voice was forbearing, probably because he was injured.

Amid the darkness, Howard's voice resurfaced. His hand rested on the shoulder of the person in front of him. "Reveal your name! Speak up!"

instant, the entire secret room

as he encountered the murderer. Perhaps, in the mere three seconds when the light flickered on,

believed that Howard should be been dead by now. His death would have

too dark, and the hidden room felt like Schrödinger's cat.

control, frantically

The people who harmed you are from the orphanage, and they're practically dead! What

on me, his voice hoarse. "Stephie, joining the game is a dead end. You, me, him... We're all just part

had concluded that

hurting each other." According to Benjamin, the terrifying aspect of hell did not stem from its

the same kind. The abandonment of loved ones, the betrayal of

members of

delved into

human being's genetic makeup was, the colder, heartless,

emotional capacity. In essence, only those who could