Revenge After Death

Clearly, the key was right there.
After taking a sip of water and munching on a piece of candy, Carol began to relax.
Quinn let out a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground. Tears streamed down her face as she hugged Carol tightly, crying, "Carol." S-Dalh the FindNøvel. It website on Gøøgle to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
Once Carol regained her composure, she burst into tears.
Terrified, she sought refuge in Quinn's embrace, trembling all over.
"It's okay," Quinn whispered, trying to comfort her.
Steven glanced outside indifferently. "Gotta hurry."
They had to leave this place immediately.
Everyone had been released. Snd soon enough, the lunatic orchestrating everything behind the scenes would make his next move.
"Do you fancy yourself a savior? Or perhaps a god..." That voice echoed again, filled with fury.
"They've harmed you. Yet, you're bent on saving them. You'll regret your choices sooner than you think."
The warning was clear. Saving those people would only result in them seeking revenge on Steven.
Steven stared coldly at the room's speakers and cameras, a smirk playing on his lips. But, he remained silent. For some reason, I felt a chill down my spine.
Was Steven genuinely trying to save these people, or did he want to watch them turn on each other? Just letting them starve to death? That was too simple.
Their sins deserved something more brutal. They should suffer in fear before being slowly tortured to death.
I startled myself with that thought and quickly looked down, clasping my hands tightly. "Let's get out of here."
As we reached the dining area, those folks had devoured every last bit of food.
Yasmin had set aside some extra food, and she had hidden away most of the weapons, only letting a few people have them.
After dinner, everyone remained relatively calm, and someone spoke up on their own, "What's going on? Can anyone explain?"
I knew the guy speaking from the group photo at the orphanage.
Standing beside Howard, he looked like the oldest among us orphanage kids, named Mark Cruz. He was the last one adopted by a working-class couple from a small company.
He seemed decent now. But, I couldn't shake the feeling. They were all wolves in sheep's clothing.
"It looks like everyone's done eating." The eerie voice echoed in the hallway.
"If you want out of here, you gotta head downstairs. This is the 18th floor
make i
the building. Only those who
it down to the first floor alive get to leave ya.
"Now, the countdown begins, 30 seconds... The whole floor will be filled with carbon monoxide..."
The voice from the speaker sounded like the Grim Reaper himself, sending shivers down our spines. "30, 29..." The countdown started.
Panic spread as everyone scrambled to find an exit on this floor.
"Hey, lunatic! Who the hell are you to trap us here?" someone yelled in fear.
Some started to lose it, going mad.
I nervously glanced at Steven.
He and Joel remained completely composed.
As for Yasmin and Michael, they were nowhere to be seen when I turned around.
Had they already found the exit? And didn't bother telling anyone? Damn it.
"Steve... are we gonna make it out alive?" I nervously gripped Steven's hand.
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Steven glanced at me, his voice carrying a weighty undertone m "Stephie you'll get out... you'll make it out alive." The content is on Novelxo.org! Read the latest chapter there!
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My heart sank in that instant. If only
one person could make it, aut alive. Did Steven want me to survive? The content is on Novelxo.org! Read the latest chapter there!
"Oh... I forgot to mention." Suddenly,
the countdown stopped, and the
ice came again. "I'm right benet
you all. I could be anyone.
"20, 19, 18..."
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I gripped Steven's fingers in fear. The
murderer was among us, maybe me, maybe Steven, maybe Joel, maybe anyone. The content is on Novelxo.org! Read the latest chapter there!