Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 415



Standing in the control room, I felt a chill run through me from head to toe...

My head was pounding, and my ears started to ring.

"Thud..." Dizziness made me unstable, and I crashed to the ground.

On the floor of the control room, I spotted a switch. Dylan had attached a note to it that read... Exit.

He had hidden the real exit in his own control room.

This meant, from the start, he never intended to make it out alive.

Lying on the ground, a numb sensation spread across my chest, an indescribable feeling. Was it sadness? More like discomfort.

It felt as though something was trying to break free from within my chest...

The silence settled in the room.

When ten minutes had passed, and the lights flickered for three seconds, Colin quickly captured the mechanism inside on camera, and the door to the escape room reopened. They crawled out from an exit beneath the roller coaster.

Everyone lay on the ground, panting, relieved to have survived.

Robin counted heads and pinned the murderer they dragged out to the ground.

The man was delirious, trembling all over, clearly having been confined for too long, edging into madness. "I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong, I shouldn't have done that to you, shouldn't have done that to you..."

The man seemed insane, repeatedly admitting his faults.

I walked out of the control room, my legs barely able to support me.

"Dylan's dead, the exit was in the control room..." My voice was hoarse.

Robin looked at me, visibly relieved. "James is dead."

Those on the orphanage list were almost all gone, only Melody... and a man named Silas remained.

Honestly, this Silas guy had been so under the radar that his survival felt like sheer luck.

He was pale, probably knowing his end was near.

I remembered the killer's death list placed Silas right after Melody, meaning if Melody died, Silas would be next.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me." The dragged man continued his mad rant, begging for his life.

His sanity had already collapsed.

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Dylan said this man was the headmaster of a special school. After Dylan's legs were broken, as compensation, he was sent to this special school with a charity

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agreeing to fund his education until

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He thought leaving the orphanage would mark a new beginning, that everything would get better, but every person he met was a shadow. That's why Dylan had lost all hope in the world, in humanity.

"I know him." Robin kicked the

headmaster, frowning. "Years ago, I worked on a case with my mentor. During construction on the special school's athletic field, they found a corpse... This guy was the main culprit, but he got off due to a psychiatric diagnosis and was locked up in a mental hospital."

Finn scowled. "I've heard of that

Finn scowled

case too. This creep has a thing for

students with disabilities. One

student tried to resist him and report to the police, but he killed the

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student and buried him on the

athletic field."

The headmaster, with his greasy, obese body, continued to tremble, covered in blood. "I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong..."

I let out a cold laugh and turned around. "Let's get out of here, fast."

"Click!" Suddenly, that eerie sound echoed through the hallway again. "Have you experienced despair? Do you know what true despair is? Welcome to... Floor Fourteen."

I stopped in my tracks and looked back at Colin.

Indeed, the killer wasn't working alone.

Dylan was just one of them.

Players, puppeteers, murderers, and victims.

Dexter approached, concerned, wanting to make sure I was alright. "You okay..."

But before he could finish, Colin slammed him against the wall and rushed over, giving Dexter a wary stare.

Dexter took a deep breath, clearly trying to keep his cool.

He couldn't lash out in front of me, so he just massaged his temples. "Caleb Langley, are you being childish?" Colin ignored Dexter, taking my hand, claiming his territory. "My wife, legally bound."Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.