Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Carol hugged Quinn comfortingly. She said something softly, so I couldn’t hear what she said.

Suddenly, with the sound of a click, the lights of the entire floor were turned off.

In an instant, everyone became quiet.

Everyone held their breaths and became vigilant. They wanted to see what the lunatic wanted to do.

The area was silent. There was only the sound of people breathing and water droplets. There were no other sounds.

"Is there poison gas? There’s no ventilation on this floor." Someone spoke up with a shaky voice. They sounded afraid. "Will we die here?"

The area became noisy.

"What should we do?"

In the dark, a pair of arms grabbed my wrist. He seemed to be comforting me and telling me there was no need to be terrified.

My breath tightened. I sensed that it was Damien’s aura.

He stood before me and protected me. Then, he stepped back, making me lean against the wall in the corner.

In the dark where one couldn’t see anything, the evilness of human nature would be magnified.

As the darkness continued for a few more minutes, the light from the near distance came over.

The lights had turned on.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the lights in shock. "What’s going on?"

"What’s that lunatic doing? Was there a power outage?"

"Is that it?"

Some people refused to believe that it was only a power outage.

"Ah!" Suddenly, someone shrieked.

I smelled the strong odor of blood.

When I turned around, I saw a corpse hanging on the roof. His neck was sliced, so he couldn’t call for help. The knife pierced his heart directly.

The technique was clean with no unnecessary movements.

In shock, I stared at the corpse. It was Callum... It was the person who abused Quinn domestically.

Subconsciously, I turned to look at Quinn.

She was still hiding in Carol’s embrace. She was still in the same position as before the lights turned off. She didn’t look like she could kill someone in the dark and hang someone.

Who killed Callum?

The murderer must be within the group of people.

With a frown, Joel looked at Callum’s corpse. He stood in front of Carol and Quinn, protecting them. He stepped backward. "We must get out of here as soon as possible." "What a lunatic..." Damien’s expression was ghastly. It was unknown as to when he was next to Juliet. His voice was low when he cursed.

My fingertips turned cold.

Was the murderer really hidden among us?

"Who killed Callum... Who killed Callum? Is it his wife?"

"Is his wife the murderer? The lunatic claimed that the murderer was among us."

"It must be his wife. He hit his wife just now."

The group of people began to make a noise. As the voices echoed in the corridor, they began to suspect Quinn.

Quinn cried and shook her head. Innocently, she said, "It isn’t me..."

But she was too calm when she saw Callum’s corpse.

I took a deep breath and pulled Quinn behind me. "She’s a woman. How can she kill someone and hang him in such a short time? It isn’t something she can do."

"That means you guys worked

together to..." Howard narrowed his

eyes. He began to encourage

everyone to fight against us.

Howard harmed me in the past. He must be suspecting that we caught him to take revenge. So, he wanted to encourage the other people to get rid of the people, who were on the opposing party. "If they don’t die, we will be the ones dead!"

"Yeah. We have to kill them. Something must be wrong with them!"

It was the evilness of human nature. They talked about killing people as if they were discussing what to eat for dinner.

"Let’s talk about it after we find the exit," said Juliet with a snort. "If we can’t find the exit, everyone will die here."

The people looked to their left and then to their right. "That’s right. We need to find the exit first. It won’t be too late to kill them then."

Damien looked at Juliet. "Do you know where’s the exit?"

Juliet glanced at the corridor. "The seventeenth floor and eighteenth floor are different. The place where the safe passage was initially has been blocked. If the overall structure of a building is in order, there won’t be too much deviation on each floor. Even if it is not in order, there will still be a specific order."

"You talk too much." Joel clicked his tongue and mumbled, "Not even a point is useful."

Juliet’s expression changed. It was clear that she was furious because of Joel’s words.

She remained silent. She only raised her hand. "Why don’t you find the exit then?"

Joel laughed. "I said before that no killings will happen on this floor and that they should be united first. You seemed to have lost."

Juliet pointed at Callum’s corpse. "Even though someone has died here, I still didn’t lose."

Seeing that the two were about to argue, Damien said unhappily, "Is this the time to argue?"

"We’ll look for the exit." Joel hinted for me, Quinn and Carol to follow him.

"If you guys are looking for it... what if you guys don’t tell us after finding it?" Howard raised his hand to block Joel.

The group of people surrounded us.

"What do you want?" Joel asked in a low voice.

"Leave her here." Howard pointed at me.

He meant that I should be a hostage. In that way, they would come back after they found the exit.

"Dream on." Joel stared at Howard coldly. "You’re evil."

If I stayed here, Howard would do something to me...

"You’re thinking too much about it. We just want to live." With a smile, Howard looked at me. "The relationship between her and the lunatic isn’t simple. I will only feel rest assured if she stayed by my side." "Go and look for the exit." I hid the dagger in my sleeve and said to Joel, "After you guys find it, call us."

If we didn’t agree to Howard wanting me to be a hostage, everyone would be stuck here. Once a fight erupted, we wouldn’t be their match since we were outnumbered.

Joel frowned and wanted to say something but held himself back. "Call us if something happens."

I nodded.

Juliet glanced at me mockingly before leaving happily.

Damien’s expression was ghastly, but he didn’t show it in front of Juliet. When he walked by me, he stuffed something in my hand.

I was taken aback. I quickly hid it in my sleeve.

It was a mini scimitar. The size of it was just right to hold in my hand.

"Hand over the dagger." Howard knew that I had a weapon, so he made me hand it over.

"It’s best that you cooperate obediently. Otherwise..." Howard leaned toward me threateningly.

I handed my dagger over to him.

Howard wanted to search my body, but I warned, "Don’t go too far. Otherwise, we will fight until both sides perish."

After all, he was on someone else’s turf. He was holding himself back.

He snorted and pinched my chin. "That lunatic seems to care a lot about you. He saved you immediately and protected you well. Why did he leave you here willingly and give you to us?"

Putting me in this group of people was equivalent to putting a sheep in a wolf pack.

"Do you think he’s watching the surveillance footage to observe our actions?" Howard pointed at the surveillance camera in the corner.

I frowned and remained silent.

"If we take our turns on you, will he come out to save you?" Howard was excited.

It was as if they were finding something fun to do while Joel and the rest looked for the passage.

"Life is bitter and short. I’m sure

everyone is willing to have some fun

before they die." Howard encouraged the other people to take action against me.

I knew what Howard wanted to do. He was certain that Dexter was the murderer, so he wanted to test the latter’s patience. He wanted to see if he could force the latter out.

Howard laughed wildly. It was as if he would be happy upon seeing that I was terrified. "Go on. Don’t say that I treat you guys badly."

He encouraged the men beside him.

A few of them hadn’t recovered from the shock. After all, Callum’s body was still hung there. They weren’t in the mood.

But there were a few people who were insane...

For example, Mark.

"Do you still remember me?" Mark’s voice was low. He walked over to me.

I frowned. Who was he?