NovelEnglishMy breath hitched. "What do you mean, go downstairs?" "Steve's waiting for us down there," Carol said cheerfully.
My fingers tingled, and I hesitated before speaking, "We need to go downstairs fast." Perhaps Steven was really on the first floor.
That lunatic didn't want Steven involved. He wanted us to turn against each other.
"Steven's definitely the mastermind," smuttered. They were all banding together against him. Search The Find Nøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNow that someone had died, their fear was maxed out, stirring up their survival instincts and deepest malice.
"We gotta find him and deal with him, or we're done for," Howard muttered quietly. While a few others whispered among themselves, scheming away.
"That annoying voice hasn't shown up. Let's use the twe've got to find a way out, to the next floor," Howard, being clever, instructed a couple of his group to look for a way out. "Who knows what crazy stuff that lunatic might pull next." I glanced at Joel cautiously. "We gotta head downstairs too." "Heh..." Yasmin, just standing there watching, smirked coldly. "Thinking about going downstairs? Seems tough." I frowned, looking at Yasmin. "What do you mean?" "It seems you haven't figured out what that person really wants," Yasmin walked up to me. "He wants us to turn against each other. If that hasn't happened yet, he won't let us go downstairs so easily." My nerves tensed up.
"What's more thrilling than uniting us, building trust, forming bonds, and then turning us against each other?" Joel sneered. "So, this level acts as a buffer zone. All we need for everyone to work together to find an exit. No bloodshed. You're definitely not Stephanie." Yasmin furrowed her brow, looking warily at Joel. "So, are you saying that just because she asks why, what to do, and cries whenever things go wrong, that makes her Stephanie?" She pointed at me.
Joel glanced at me, his gaze deep. "The best trickery fools everyone, even the one pulling the strings..." I didn't understand what he meant. But suddenly, a chill ran down my spine.
"Stephie... is the murderer," Carol accused as she pointed at me.
Quinn panicked, covering Carol's mouth, afraid she might say something to cause trouble for me. Then, she looked atapologetically. "Sorry, miss. Carol's not in her right mind." I nodded, brushing it off. But, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease.
"Hmph, do you think you're right? Let's see if that person actually starts killing on this level." Yasmin didn't seem convinced. She gavea cold glance, as if she were betting with Joel.
Joel claimed this was just a buffer level, no one would die. We just needed to find the exit.
But Yasmin was convinced that someone would die on this level.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMy mind was all over the place, just wanting to know if Steven was okay.
I have to admit, I was really worried about him.
"Steven knows the way out. He's not on the 17th floor. Which means he's already gone to a lower floor. He doesn't care whether you live or die," Michael said quietly as he O approachedfrom behind.
I glanced up at Michael, my voice firm. "No way. Steve's not like you, He to wouldn't just leaveto deal with danger alone. I believe he must have encountered danger."
The real killer must have been too scared of Steven. So, they snatched him away during the chaos. I didn't believe Steven would leavebehind.
"Speople don't realize the danger until it's too late," Yasmine sneered as she hugged Michael's alm "We don't need to worry about her, She'll realize it when she's already in his grip." X
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