Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

As the light went out and the secret room plunged back into darkness, they had to proceed with caution. They were afraid that any careless move could harm their companions unintentionally. "Place your hand on each other’s shoulders and declare your name!" Dexter’s voice echoed through the dark, inviting them to step forward and reveal their name through the connection of their hands on his shoulders.

"Zion."

"Violette," said Violette, her voice trembling with fear.

Violette gently placed her hand on the shoulder of the person standing in front of her. The other person uttered, "Damien."

"Juliet."

"Eason..."

"Howard..." Howard’s voice was forbearing, probably because he was injured.

Amid the darkness, Howard’s voice resurfaced. His hand rested on the shoulder of the person in front of him. "Reveal your name! Speak up!"

In an instant, the entire secret room was engulfed in darkness once more. "Ugh!"

Howard was unlucky as he encountered the murderer. Perhaps, in the mere three seconds when the light flickered on, the murderer had set his sights on Howard as his target victim.

I believed that Howard should be been dead by now. His death would have exposed the murderer, allowing Zion and Dexter to take control.

But the interior was too dark, and the hidden room felt like Schrödinger’s cat. I couldn’t anticipate what would happen next until the light was turned on.

I lost control, frantically throwing the

mouse from my hand. I turned to look at Benjamin. "What do you want? The people who harmed you are from the orphanage, and they’re practically dead! What more do you want? Dexter is innocent. The police officer and Violette are all innocent!"

Benjamin fixed his gaze on me, his voice hoarse. "Sophia, joining the game is a dead end. You, me, him... We’re all just part of the game."

He gazed at me intently, his eyes bloodshot. It was evident that he had concluded that Howard was dead. The person he sought to kill had already met his demise.

"Some people believe in an afterlife where souls are trapped on earth forever. I hope my soul will cease to exist. This world feels like purgatory with everyone playing different roles and hurting each other." According to Benjamin, the terrifying aspect of hell did not stem from its dreadful elements or punishing methods but rather from the presence of people inflicting torment upon each other.

Many of humanity’s most agonizing experiences and torments were caused by individuals of the same kind. The abandonment of loved ones, the betrayal of friends, the separation of lovers, the stabbing of partners in the back...

When members of the genetic

criminal group delved into the study

of genes, they discovered that the more artificially enhanced a highly intelligent human being’s genetic makeup was, the colder, heartless, and more emotionless they tended to become.

This was because the pursuit of heightened intelligence often resulted in a decrease in emotional capacity. In essence, only those who could detach themselves from emotion could elevate their wisdom to new heights.

Indifference acted as the shield of highly intelligent beings, and their ruthlessness became unparalleled.

"My life has been incredibly miserable. I feel miserable not because I’ve lost my legs but because I’ve lost faith in humanity. Turn on the mechanism of the secret room. With Dexter’s wits, he can find a way out..."

"What do you want to do..." I stared

at Benjamin, my eyes filled with intense determination as I yearned to take immediate action. However, it was too late. He retrieved a pistol from the nearby corner and firmly pressed it against his own temple.

A deafening noise erupted through the room, and the small control room fell silent. The final words he uttered to me before taking his own life were, "Sophia... live on." He asked me to carry on living, yet he chose death decisively and without hesitation.

As I stood in the control room, a shiver ran down my spine. It enveloped my entire body. An excruciating headache gripped me, and a piercing ring echoed in my ears.

The overwhelming dizziness caused me to lose my balance, and I tumbled to the ground.

I noticed a switch on the control room floor, and Benjamin had placed a note on it that read "Exit". He placed the actual exit in his control room, revealing that he never intended to keep himself alive from the start.

I lay on the ground, my heart heavy with an indescribable feeling. Was it sadness or simply discomfort? It was as if something was on the verge of bursting out of my heart...

The secret room also fell into silence. After ten minutes had passed and the light came on for three seconds, Dexter swiftly pressed the mechanism inside. The door to the secret room reopened, allowing them to climb out through the exit under the roller coaster.

Everyone lay on the ground, feeling fortunate to have survived. They were breathing rapidly. Zion quickly counted the remaining people and forcefully pulled the killer from inside to the ground.

The man appeared disoriented, his entire being trembling. It was evident that he had endured a prolonged period of confinement, rendering him somewhat deranged. "I was wrong. I shouldn’t have treated you like that, I shouldn’t have done that..."

He appeared to be unhinged, repeatedly insisting that he was aware of his wrongdoing.

I exited the control room, feeling a slight weakness in my legs. I said in a hoarse voice. "Benjamin is dead. The exit is in the control room..."

Zion glanced at me, a wave of relief washing over his face. "Howard has passed away."

Nearly everyone on the orphanage’s list had died, except Juliet and the man named Taylor. Honestly, this man named Taylor was seemingly invisible. He was so fortunate to still be alive. It was sheer luck. His complexion was deathly pale, an indication that he had perhaps sensed that his death was coming. I remembered that on the murderer’s Death List, Taylor was second only to Juliet. In other words, after Juliet died, Taylor was next in line.

"Don’t kill me, please don’t kill me." The man who was being dragged out pleaded, his spirit shattered. He cried and begged for mercy, showing the depth of his desperation.

Benjamin mentioned that this man was the principal of the special needs school. Following the injury that left Benjamin with broken legs, he was enrolled in a special needs school as part of his settlement. The charity committed to supporting him. until he completed college.

He believed that leaving the orphanage would mark a fresh start and that everything would improve However, he encountered nothing but malevolence from everyone he met. This was why he lost faith in this world and humanity.

Zion kicked the principal with a frown. "I recognize him. A few years back, I worked with my superior on a case involving the discovery of corpses during construction at a special needs school’s playground.

"Despite being identified as the culprit, he was ultimately exonerated due to a psychiatric diagnosis certificate. He was consequently confined to an asylum."

Eason frowned. "I’ve heard about

that case too This bastard was a pervert and had a preference for students with physical disabilities. When a student tried to resist and call the police, he violently killed them and buried their body in the playground." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The principal, who was fat and greasy, was still shaking and covered in blood. He admitted, "I know I made a mistake. I know it’s unacceptable..."

I sneered and turned around. "Let’s leave. We need to get out of here as soon as possible."

Suddenly, the strange voice echoed in the corridor once more. "Click! Have you ever experienced despair? Do you know what true despair is? Welcome to... the 14th floor."

I halted and glanced back at Dexter. Indeed, there was more than one murderer. Benjamin was merely one of them. There was a gamer, a manipulator, a murderer, and a victim.

Damien walked over with a look of concern, wanting to make sure that I was not injured. "Are you okay?"

But before he could finish speaking, Dexter forcefully bumped him against the wall. He ran over, glaring at Damien with caution.

Damien took a deep breath, clearly restraining his anger. He couldn’t allow his anger to show in front of me, so he had no choice but to suppress it and massage his temples. "Dexter, stop behaving like a child!"