Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Ewan hesitated for a moment before finally agreeing.

As we made our way to the asylum, my body trembled uncontrollably.

I couldn’t understand why I felt so sad, but the image of that charred room remained

etched in my mind.

The fire, the thick smoke, and the desperate cries replayed vividly in my thoughts.

When Dexter and I shared a room, I immediately noticed the grotesque scars from the fire covering his entire back, as well as his hands and legs.

He must have endured so much pain back then.

"That asylum was later shut down, and the director was arrested because of reports of patient abuse," Ewan said.

During the journey, I looked up the asylum and came across numerous horrifying

scandals.

The doctors derived pleasure from tormenting and abusing the patients, subjecting them to electric shocks, drowning, suffocation, and torture.

The darkest aspects of human nature were amplified within those walls.

As I sat there, a sudden realization washed over me. "Apart from the director’s arrest and sudden death from a heart attack in prison, the other doctors, who weren’t convicted, seemed to have died one after another over the years," I muttered.

Were all these events truly a mere coincidence?

"Somebody online suggested it’s payback for the lunatics at Saint Sahns Asylum," I murmured, feeling inexplicably uneasy as I scrolled through the thread.

If the deaths of those doctors wasn’t a coincidence, could they be connected to the serial killings at the orphanage too?

My head suddenly throbbed, and I instinctively pulled at my hair, trying to keep myself composed.

Perhaps they were accidents. Maybe it truly was all just coincidences.

"I’ve always believed that the universe has a way of balancing things out," Ewan said as he opened the car door for me after we arrived.

I sensed he was hiding something, but there were certain matters I knew better than to pry about.

The asylum had been sealed off, so we had to sneak in through the gates.

It felt just as eerie as the orphanage, instantly unsettling me upon arrival.

Recently, a popular livestreamer had explored this place, claiming it was haunted.

"This was Mr. Black’s room. The Blacks specifically instructed it to be a single room for his comfort," Evan said.

But instead, it was like hell.

I pushed open the door and froze in place for a moment.

The walls were adorned with formulas and numbers, revealing his attempt to calculate something.

The room was oddly clean. For a moment, I could almost picture a teenager in a white patient gown, diligently scribbling calculations on the wall with a pencil.

I walked along the walls, gently tracing the numbers as I went.

At last, at the end of the room, I saw that formula. He was using calculus to calculate pi, endlessly working out every digit after the decimal point.

"What did he want to do?" I asked skeptically.

Dexter was undeniably a genius in mathematics and finance. But what drove hist obsession with calculating pi?

"The doctor who exposed the asylum scandal mentioned that Mr. Black was eager to prove something. Everything, like pi, has a pattern that can be calculated to the smallest detail."

He continued, "With the loop in time, everything can reset as long as we can figure out the pattern. Souls exist across different dimensions of life..."

Ewan also seemed puzzled.

Anything was possible in the world of madness.

I stared in shock at the wall of numbers, feeling as if I were submerged in icy water.

When everything followed a pattern, time could flow backward, and souls could be

reborn.

I covered my mouth in shock. Dexter wanted to prove that this world was illusory and that everything would eventually start anew.

"He’s a genius..." Dexter was truly an otherworldly genius, or perhaps, a madman.

No ordinary human being could understand why Dexter was 60 adamant about his perspectives.

"Is that kind–hearted doctor still in Huma?" I asked, still feeling concerned,

I distrusted Dexter because he was too bloodthirsty at times. When I asked him if he’d killed a man before, he hesitated and didn’t answer me, which showed clear deflection on his part.

Did Dexter actually kill people before then? Was it connected to the orphanage serial killer case?

"The doctor is still in Huma." Ewan nodded. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

I sighed in relief. Investigating the matter would be far easier now, especially with eyewitnesses from that incident still present today.

"Let’s go back." I was scared Dexter would get hysterical again once he woke up.

Ewan nodded. "Mrs. Black, I brought you over because I hope you’ll better understand Mr. Black... Mr. Black didn’t have fortunate beginnings. He needs unconditional love and care."

I understood Ewan’s intention. He thought I’d be the one to save Dexter. We were husband and wife now, after all.

But... I could never be Dexter’s savior. Dexter wanted love, something that couldn’t give him.

I could only do my best to be kind to him and pray that Dexter wain’t one of the murderers from the orphanage murder case...

But after my visit today to the asylum, I was scared that Dexter might’ve actually killed. someone before. I was worried he might be connected to the serial killings.

What should I do if I found evidence that he was the one behind them? Should I hand him over to the police?

I kept on going through Saint Sahns Asylum’s records and articles from the past on the way back. The whistleblower was a kind–hearted doctor who reported the incidents for the patients’ sake

He ended up pissing off the asylum’s director and the other doctors in the process. In the end, the doctor lost his leg in a car accident and was now crippled.

But when some netizens asked the doctor whether he regretted doing what he did and putting himself and his family at risk, the doctor replied that someone had to do it regardless. Someone had to bear that burden and shed some light on the darkness.

"Mrs. Black... we’re here."

The car came to a stop while I was still in the midst of reading those articles.

Many people shared their hellish experiences at Saint Sahn Asylum. They claimed that the asylum director had a thing for watching attractive people be tormented, and those doctors he hired were the real psychos there.

I couldn’t imagine what someone as handsome as Dexter would’ve experienced there.

He was the kind of person who refused to yield and would continuously fight back. That would only agitate his tormentors and inflict more pain on him.

I was already trembling from how tense I felt after reading the articles.

I couldn’t imagine how desperate Dexter must’ve felt then... being tormented over and over again.

If I were in his shoes, I’d probably kill someone too.

"Sophia!" Dexter yelled from the courtyard. None of the house helpers were able to restrain him as he searched for me, still barefoot.

Dexter quietened down when he saw me. He came over and held me in his arms, saying hoarsely," I’m scared, Sophia..."

In that instant, I suddenly felt like what Dexter was scared of was nothing more than losing me.

"Sofia!"

Right when I was about to try and get Dexter back to his room, Zion’s car suddenly came to a stop outside the center. He exited the vehicle in a hurry. "Sofia! Have you seen Violette?’

I replied, shocked, "Violette hasn’t contacted me at all today..."

"She’s gone missing!"