Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace



If I've always lived in the shadows, please don't show me the light...

If you give me light, don't toss me back into pitch darkness where I can't see my hand in front of my face.

Suddenly, the room lit up.

All I could see was a stark white wall, with something that looked like blood spelling out those two sentences.

My eyes couldn't adjust to the sudden brightness, and I instinctively closed them, my whole body shaking uncontrollably with fear.

Rubbing away the tears brought on by the glare, rvously scanned my surroundings.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

I woke up on an old, decrepit operating table, an IV hooked to my wrist. Glancing up, I realized it was filled with the same kind of nutrient solution used for coma patients, the same kind they used when I was turned into a specimen, displayed inside a glass cab.

I fearfully looked down at my body.

My clothes were gone, replaced by a hospital gown. In a panic, I pulled out the IV and frantically checked for any wounds, incisions, anything.

It must have been a long sleep; my vision went dark, and my legs gave way as I tried to stand, collapsing onto the floor.

Shivering all over, I fought to regain some semblance of sanity.

I can't go on like this... I need to replenish my energy.

Supporting myself against the bed, I looked at the bag hanging from the hook. It was a fatty nutrient solution, something to stave off my overwhelming thirst.

Suppressing my disgust, I drank the solution from the bag.

Taking a moment to calm my racing heart, I took another look around.

Apart from the chilling message written in blood on the wall and the operating table, the room was eerily clean, not a single hair out of place.

This must be some sort of medical facility...

Not daring to make any sudden moves, I pulled the IV stand closer, gripping it tightly, ready to defend myself.

The quiet was suddenly broken by a series of loud knocks.

I crept to the door, pressing my ear against it to catch any sounds from outside.

People were screaming, pounding on the doors. "Where is this, let me out!"

"Is anyone there?"

There were cries from both women and men.

Tears welled in my eyes as fear gripped my heart. What is this place?

"Looks like everyone's awake now." Suddenly, a creepy, modulated voice came from a corner of the room, its age and gender indistinguishable.

But it was the creepiness that truly instilled fear.

"Welcome to hell..."

Then, the speakers blasted a deafening noise.

I clutched my ears, crouching down in agony, my breathing rapid.

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"My death list you're all familiar with it, right? All of you... you're all on my list. Too bad... there's been a little hiccup. Someone thought they were clever thinking that by saving Melody, they could save everyone else, ha..."

The voice laughed eerily.

"Pity, they were wrong."

Two beeps sounded from the speakers, and the voice continued. "Since I can't kill you one by one, let's play a game. This place... it's hidden away don't think the police can find you. By the time they do, you all be long decayed."

Outside, I could hear more people banging on doors, cursing, some even crying.

"This door is your first test. Escape, and you'll find food, clothes, weapons waiting for you, first come, first served..." The voice chuckled again before adding, "Remember, in the end, only one of you can make it out alive."

The speakers went silent, plunging the room back into quiet.

I banged on the door, trying to pull it open, but it wouldn't budge.

These doors were reinforced steel, impervious even to gunfire, let alone my bare hands.

I took a deep breath, this maniac... knowing he couldn't easily kill Melody, he resorted to this mass murder game, the bastard... Does he think human life is a joke?

I crouched down, forcing myself to calm down.

If he called this the first challenge, then there must be something in this room that could help me escape.

The key...

The key must be somewhere in here.