Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

I was sitting in the bathtub, my hands trembling as I clutched my phone.

Due to the schemes of James and Damian, I had been too scared to leave my house for a long time, let alone venture out onto the streets.

But I was terrified, terrified that Colin would be ensnared by Melody's lies too.

I felt like I had lost everything...

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My phone buzzed. It was Colin.

A wave of relief washed over me as I frantically answered the call, but it wasn't Colin who spoke.

Instead, a voice altered by a voice changer spoke, chilling me to the bone. "Phoebe Caldwell...”

He called me by my full name, Phoebe Caldwell.

My nerves instantly went on high alert, my body stiffening.

"I've heard you've been doggedly pursuing the serial killer behind those gruesome murders," the voice said, a hint of amusement lacing his tone. Clutching my phone tighter, my body started to shake uncontrollably. "Who are you... Where's Colin, why do you have his phone?"

“I am the serial killer, I am a god..." His voice was deep, suddenly breaking into laughter. “You can call me The Judge."

I jumped up, my vision darkening. "Colin... Where is Colin?"

"In his quest to find me... for you, he made a crucial mistake. Once a 'god' becomes emotionally involved, vulnerabilities and flaws emerge," the caller taunted, his laughter growing more sinister. "He was too eager to prove himself, too desperate to catch me."

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Please, don't hurt Colin, I'm begging you."

"Now, leave your house without telling anyone, or... he will certainly die," the caller threatened.

I scrambled out of the bathtub, limping quickly towards the door.

My injuries weren't fully healed, but I couldn't afford to waste a moment. “I'll do whatever you say, just don't hurt Colin."

"He's already figured out the death list, although it's incomplete," the caller chuckled. "He's smart, but... foolishly in love."

My fingertips turned ice cold. "What have you done to him?"

"Don't you want to know how he ended up in my hands?" The creepy voice continued to laugh over the phone. "It's because of you..."

I froze in my tracks, my breath hitching.

"Don't stop, keep walking, or I'll kill him," the caller evidently knew I had halted.

He was the killer...

The very killer I had been searching for.

The one who had tried to kill me.

"Leave your neighborhood, walk three hundred meters, and you'll see a van. Get in."

He was directing me, instructing me to get into that van.

“Let me hear Colin speak, or... I won't comply," I said warily, holding my phone. eded to hear Colin's voice.

"Ha..." As if

someone as clever as

Valler laughed. "Speak?

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him, who could escape just breathing, to remain to remain conscious."

I frowned, my fingers trembling.

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"Ding!" A message popped up on my WhatsApp.

It was sent from Colin's WhatsApp by the caller.

In the WhatsApp message, Colin appeared unconscious, his wrist attached to an IV drip, a saline bag hanging above...

Panic seized me, my entire body starting to shake uncontrollably.

This madman had placed Colin in a glass enclosure, akin to a fish tank.

“You bastard, don't hurt him, please..." My voice choked up, my legs weakening.

That photo, it was eerily reminiscent of the state in which the police had found my body.

"How perfect he is..." The caller's

voice was laced with a creepy affection. "He'd make for the most perfect specimen if made into a display."

"Don't hurt him... I'll do as you say. I said cautiously, scanning my surroundings, aware that the caller was somewhere nearby, watching me.

Any slight attempt of mine to call for help or do anything else would result in Colin getting hurt.