Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 419



"Phoebe!" Colin's voice roared, trying to reach me, but Finn had him by the legs, dragging him back.

Dragging the axe Bran had left on the floor, I stepped forward, feeling the wooden floorboards under my feet. Somehow, I knew which board was safe, no traps beneath it.

If you looked closely, where the Jenga tower had fallen, that's where the trap was.

Reaching the middle, I looked up at the projector hanging above and, in a fury, smashed it to pieces.

The hologram flickered and blurred, the little girl's image distorting and then vanishing.

But soon, another projector on the right brought her back. "Phoebe, congratulations, you've learned anger."

She was mocking me.

Trying to provoke me.

I shattered projector after projector until I was out of strength, collapsing to the floor.

As the last projector broke, the gruesome holographic head on the floor also faded away.

It wasn't real... it wasn't Stella's head, just an Al-generated illusion.

But I'll admit, they had succeeded in angering me.

I stood up, hacking at the floor, desperately prying at the floorboards with my hands covered in blood, tears dropping to the floor. "Stella..."

"Stella..."

I cried out her name, frantically clawing at the floorboards.

Come out...

Don't die.

Colin pushed past Finn, following the path I had taken. He tried to stop me, but I pushed him away.

My tears numbly fell.

Through the cracks, I could see Stella below, barely alive, as if about to drown in a pool of blood.

But I couldn't save her.

"Phoebe... do you feel despair? Suffocating?" That voice echoed again. "You're human, and humans have emotions, desires, loves, hates..." Is this despair?

Is this what despair feels like?

I pounded the floorboards, again and again.

Colin wrapped his arms around me from behind, holding me tight.

I watched helplessly as Stella was swallowed by the crimson blood below.

I couldn't save her.

This was despair.

"This is just the beginning, Phoebe. You've just lost a friend, but soon you'll lose much more." That eerie voice echoed, someone behind this, eting me!

"Come out! I'll kill you, I'll kill you!" I screamed uncontrollably, looking around.

I wanted to kill.

I wanted to kill her...

My whole body shook, tears uncontrollably falling.

My mind was filled with memories of the years spent with Stella.

"Phoebe, if we can't find anyone else, let's just stick together."

"Phoebe... I don't want to marry, I want to be with you."

"Phoebe, what's so great about Dexter, please don't like him, okay?"

"Phoebe, let's go shopping."

"Hi Phoebe, my name is Stella, I'm new here too, can we be friends?"

"Phoebe?"

I sobbed in despair, my body trembling.

Colin held me silently, feeling my pain.

Even without words, he was always the one who could sense my emotions the most acutely.

I wasn't emotionless, devoid of desires or loves and hates; I just didn't know how to express them.

And Colin... was the only one who could feel all my emotional tremors.

"Phoebe... I'm here," he soothed me with his raspy voice.

Telling me, he's always been there.

For all these years, he's always been there.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Dexter and Finn were furiously knocking on the floor, trying to save Bran.

But if I couldn't pry it open, neither could they.

Robin knelt on the ground, his hands bloody and torn, his fingers

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desperately clawing at the floorboard gap, struggling, screaming.

My senses, numbed by despair, gradually sharpened.

This was despair.

I knew, this was despair.

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"The first one to activate the destruction device can leave alive... but the price is, everyone else will

die," that creepy voice came

again.