Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Violette feared that Zion and the others would be in danger.

Dexter shook his head. "No... I’ve killed all the others."

As long as Zion and the others managed to escape from those areas, they would be safe.

I searched the entire room but couldn’t find any clues left by the designer. There ought to be hidden clues in every room, but they seemed to be missing here.

I furrowed my brows and looked up at the ceiling. Indeed, the downlights were arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper. "An imaginary line drawn between Dubhe and Merak points directly to the North Star, indicating the direction of true north."

I carefully traced the extension line and discovered the true north direction. "The corresponding one is south... We need to move this door now."

I pointed to the door to the south and then carefully stepped on the floor tiles directly under the extension line. As expected, the wall shifted. I let out a relieved breath.

Then, I turned almost reflexively and smiled at Dexter. It felt as if I was seeking recognition and commendation. I was stunned for a moment after behaving so childishly.

Dexter smiled at me, made his way over with the support of the wall, and embraced me. "I may be a bit dirty, but I hope you won’t mind."

"I won’t," I said, shaking my head.

Dexter laughed heartily and said, "That’s good... Whatever you do is just fine."

I thought Dexter was acting silly, but I still patted him on the back and assured him, "I’ll get you out of here."

"Okay." Without any hesitation, Dexter promptly followed my lead.

Finally, when we moved the last wall, we discovered the exit leading to the 15th floor.

"Sophia... They didn’t make it out, did they..." Violette held my wrist. Overwhelmed by her emotions, her red eyes were filled with worry. It was unclear whether Zion and the others had made it out alive.

"They haven’t found this exit yet." I looked at the clean stairs and shook my head. If they had come out. earlier and there were so many people, the stairs would not be so flawlessly clean.

"Can we wait for them?" Violette pleaded with me in a hushed tone, afraid that I might decline.

I shifted my gaze to Dexter, waiting to hear his opinion. If he wanted to go first, I might not wait.

Dexter held my hand and said coquettishly, "Sophia... I’m so tired."

I sat on the stairs and motioned for him to lay his head on my lap. "Get some rest. We’ll wait for them."

Upon hearing my answer, Violette felt more relieved. With teary eyes, she stood there and prayed, anxiously hoping they would come out soon. The longer they stayed inside, the more dangerous it would be.

"Sophia, have you remembered everything?" Dexter whispered as he leaned into my arms.

"Not... everything," I said, shaking my head and furrowing my brows with a mix of emotions.

Dexter let out a sigh of relief,

"Are you afraid I’ll remember everything?" I gazed down at him.

Dexter looked away for a moment and then began acting again. "Sophia, my arm hurts so much. I was bitten."

I instinctively ripped his clothes, but I was shocked by what I saw. "You..."

How did he manage to hang on? There were bite marks on his arm, and the flesh was stained crimson.

"We must leave as soon as possible," I said firmly, my heart filling with anger.

Regardless of the mastermind’s intentions, if someone harmed my beloved, they deserved nothing less than death.

Violette asked, "Is it possible for Sophia to change back? She’s quite scary in her current state."

Dexter replied, "She’s fine, no matter what."

She expressed her concern. "But don’t you think she’s a bit intimidating? She’s too calm. I still prefer the old Sophia.’

He reassured her, saying, "She’s fine."

She remarked, "But she seems so aloof."

He retorted, "No, she’s good enough. The important thing is she’s still alive. She has emotions, and at least she understands the value of friendship."

His voice was husky and full of emotion as if my understanding of friendship was worthy of his deep feelings.

I gradually opened my eyes and realized that I had dozed off while leaning against the wall. Violette continued to pray and talk to Dexter, using it as a way to shift her focus.

"Is it true that she’s unable to change back? How frightening it’ll be the day she fully recovers her memory." Violette’s voice quivered with a hint of apprehension.

She was scared, afraid that I would reject everyone.

"You once mentioned that Sophia used to be emotionally detached. What would happen if she were to return to her previous state? She would surely reject us once more..."

"She really doesn’t seem to understand what love is." Violette feared that I would no longer seek friendship nor harbor any affection for Dexter.

Dexter lowered his gaze, feeling a tinge of disappointment. Yet, he mustered the courage to say, "I just want her to live."

Not just live but live well.

"80% of your brain is dedicated to IQ, and the remaining 20% is all about Sophia... You’re a hopeless romantic," Violette complained helplessly.

He vehemently rejected Violette’s statement. "No... it can be all Sophia."

Violette was rendered speechless by his public display of affection. She threw out the pebbles with a look of disdain and fixed her gaze on the closed wall before her. "Why haven’t they come out yet? Isn’t Eason a genius?"

"Someone’s holding them back," Dexter said with certainty.

The murderer had to be among their group. There was someone who was determined to prevent them from escaping, pulling them back at every opportunity. Hence, even if there were two geniuses among them, they might not make it out quickly and safely.

"Have you figured out who it is?" I asked Dexter.

Dexter turned around. His eyes instantly brightened, and he rushed over to hug me.

For the first time, I actually didn’t mind his affectionate gestures and let him embrace me.

"I’m not sure yet," he muttered.

"They’re here." I could hear movement coming from that room.

Violette stood up in surprise and slammed her hand against the wall, desperately trying to get the attention of those inside.

"Don’t waste your effort. There’s a layer of sound insulation inside," I advised Violette to stop.

It was miraculous that we even heard a faint sound. Now, they had no choice but to rely on themselves.

With a click, the door opened.

Nevertheless, not everyone made it out. Eason, Quinn, the injured Howard, and seven or eight others were the only ones who emerged.

"Where’s Joel?" I asked warily.

"Where’s Zion?" Violette also inquired with teary eyes.

Eason’s forehead creased in concern. "Carol called out Simmy’s name and bolted in another direction. The stone door shifted, and we were abruptly separated." Joel pursued Carol. Zion was worried that something would happen to them, so he followed them.

I remained silent and surveyed the injured individuals. It appeared that a few of them were dead, and these were all who remained.

Howard glared at Dexter warily and accused him loudly, "He’s a lunatic, a murderer! He’s the one behind all of this, tormenting us and instilling fear in us!"

While the others were still in shock,

they stumbled upon Dexter. Gripping their weapons tightly, they cast wary glances at him, their resolve to take action growing stronger.

Eason shouted irritably, "Calm down, everyone if he were the mastermind, you would’ve died a long time ago. He was the one who helped us kill those creatures inside so that you could come out alive."

However, Howard completely ignored the remark. "He’s the one! He’s playing tricks! It must be him!"

Dexter looked at Howard with a chilling glare, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

I stood up and tightly grasped the dagger in my hand. Dexter subconsciously reached out to hold me back.

I frowned. "He’s noisy. Kill him."

Howard glanced at me and started

to incite everyone, saying, "I knew this lunatic was concerned about her, so he assaulted us on the 17th floor. don’t believe that this lunatic would still prevent us from leaving if we captured her."