Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

On the contrary, Dexter appeared quite ordinary. However, as I gripped his hand, I could distinctly sense his strength gradually waning too.

"Click." The door of another room opened, and a figure stumbled out.

I stared at the person before me, my eyes widening in astonishment. It was none other than Howard.

"He claimed to have cancer. After being granted bail, he was swiftly transferred to the hospital for emergency treatment. How did he get here under the nose of the police?" I asked in shock.

Dexter didn’t respond and passed me off to Joel. "Go grab a bite to eat and select a weapon for self-defense before these people come out."

Dexter was aware that the people on the lists were all inherently vicious. With limited food and resources, they might not be able to wait for police rescue and could end up killing each other due to the scarcity of food and resources.

The mastermind sought to witness this phenomenon. His purpose was to make everyone kill each other. Since the very first case of the serial murder case, he had skillfully used the close connection between the killer and the victim to murder.

Howard lay on the ground, clearly unable to stand up due to low blood sugar. As he opened his eyes and caught sight of Dexter, fear and survival instinct overwhelmed him, prompting him to flee towards the end of the corridor.

With a resounding "click," another iron door swung open, revealing Callum’s wife.

When we went to look for Carol, we found out that she was a woman who had suffered from domestic abuse by Callum.

I stared at Dexter in disbelief. "Isn’t she innocent? How could she have been caught?"

"She is a victim." Dexter frowned.

Taking a deep breath, I couldn’t help but wonder if the captured individuals were not only the perpetrators but also the victims.

"Carol... Carol!" She panicked and shouted, displaying a noticeably greater physical strength than Howard.

I took Dexter over there and examined her room. She had consumed the nutrient solution. She was also aware that the words on the wall held the key to locating the key. It became evident that she was quite smart.

"Please, I need your help! Carol has also been captured. We were caught together. Please!" She pleaded desperately, urging Dexter and me to assist her.

I nervously glanced at Dexter. "Carol is actually here too..."

"Joel, take her there," Dexter requested of Joel, asking him to take me to eat.

Joel nodded and grabbed my wrist. wanted to stay, but I also knew it would cause trouble for Dexter Therefore, I quickly followed doel to find some food.

As we reached the end of the corridor, we were met with a tantalizing spread of food and an array of weapons mounted on the wall.

Damien ate slowly, scrutinizing the array of weapons adorning the wall before finally selecting the most handy one.

Although considered traditional, weapons like knives and axes held an undeniable lethality capable of ending a life.

Juliet wrapped all the leftovers in a tablecloth, clearly intending to keep them for herself.

"What are you doing? You’ve taken everything away! What about everyone else?" I exclaimed with anger.

Clearly, Juliet and Damien had no intention of providing a means for others to survive.

Juliet glanced at me coldly and ignored me. She made her way to the weapons wall, carefully choosing two extremely sharp knives. Then, she proceeded to remove all the other aprons, planning to hide them. .

Joel saw through her intention and quickly moved forward to grasp her wrist. Damien furrowed his brow and reached out to block Joel Tension crackled in the air between the three of them.

I walked over, squatted down, and carefully selected a dagger for myself. After that, I chose another one for Dexter.

Joel reached out to grab the sword that had caught Juliet’s interest, only to be abruptly halted by her.

"Put down the food and weapons." I couldn’t comprehend why I pressed the dagger against Juliet’s neck. Quietly approaching her from behind, I firmly stated, "Put it down, or I’ll kill you."

Howard eventually crawled over. He lay on the table in a panic, desperately eating the leftovers that Juliet had left behind. He was attempting to regain his strength.

Meanwhile, the four of us were still at a stalemate. Joel glanced at me surprisingly as if to acknowledge that I had finally made a clever move.

Juliet didn’t appear afraid. "Do you dare to kill me?

"Give it a try," I said with a feigned sense of composure. I pressed the dagger against her carotid artery, its sharp edge grazing her skin.

Damien’s expression turned stormy as he scolded with evident anger. "Sofia Miller!"

Without a doubt, he referred to me as Sofia. He was convinced that Juliet was actually Sophia.

I smirked. "Ha... If you wish to spare her life, put down the food."

Damien had no option but to take over the package from Juliet. He opened it and put down the food. Joel grabbed a portion enough for us to share and ushered me to a secluded spot in the corner.

I gazed warily at Juliet and Damien, whispering, "Joel... they are dangerous."

The mastermind was no longer the real danger here, but rather everyone who got caught.

"Let’s go and assist Dexter." After eating some cakes, I sensed a slight return of strength. Hence, I proceeded to locate Dexter with food and a bottle of milk.

He was assisting the woman who was a victim of domestic abuse in searching for Carol. I hurried over and promptly handed the cake to Dexter.

Dexter knocked on the door while eating and helped the people inside find the keys. He walked through each room without showing any emotion, assisting everyone to escape.

In contrast to Damien and Juliet’s indifference, this lunatic and the person previously suspected of being a murderer appeared to possess a greater sense of humanity.

I asked softly, "Dexter, most of the people locked up here were from the orphanage in the past. They’ve all harmed you and were the main ones responsible for Simmy’s death. Wouldn’t it be better if they stayed here and died?"

Dexter fell silent. "They are indeed guilty, and it is the law and divine justice that should be responsible for punishing them. Not us. Not him."

Dexter spoke in a hushed tone as he referred to the mastermind who controlled and orchestrated everything from behind the scenes.

I turned my gaze towards Dexter and passed him the bottle of milk, determined to assist him in searching for Carol.

"Click." The iron door swung open, revealing Callum, the perpetrator of domestic abuse.

The first thing he did when he rushed out was not to find food but to assault his wife. "Quinn Lloyd, you filthy bitch! Did you do it?"

Quinn cowered behind Dexter and

me in fear, her entire body shaking uncontrollably. The visible wounds on her face and the corners of her mouth were clear signs of the prolonged domestic abuse she had endured.

"I advise you to conserve your energy. We may not be able to get out of here alive," I warned him.

Only then did he react, turning around and swiftly running to the end to find food and weapons.

Despite not being a genius, most of the children from the orphanage were clever enough to find a way escape. The differences and changes between them and the photos were significant. It was difficult for me to identify the names of those people.

Finally, Dexter and I found Carol, who was nearly unconscious in a corner room. Despite knocking on the door, there was no response. "Carol!" Quinn frantically knocked on the door, calling out to her to respond.

Yet, there was no response. Panic set in. She was doomed. If she was unconscious inside, we had no idea where the key was or how to rescue her. Just when I was at a loss for what to do, Joel arrived with an ax and struck the door lock with force. Sparks scattered as he hacked away at it. After a relentless effort, the lock on the iron door was shattered. With a powerful kick, the door burst open.

Joel was the first to rush in, holding

a bottle of mineral water. He quickly approached Carol, who was dying and offered her the drink. She was huddled in the corner, her face pale. It was obvious that she couldn’t hold on much longer.

There was a sentence written on her wall. "If you cannot transform this tainted world, then transform yourself. Natural selection dictates that the strong shall conquer the weak, and the feeble shall perish."

I didn’t understand the meaning of that sentence, so I looked at Dexter. He pointed to the corner, where a drop of blood stained a tile, standing out in stark contrast to the other clean surfaces.