Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace



I lifted my gaze, my lips sealed in silence.

The organization treated us, the test subjects, like animals in a zoo, slapping labels on us to sell to the wealthy.

Some of us were dispatched to satisfy the twisted cravings of the rich, others were sent for drug trials, and yet more were used as breeding machines or living organ banks.

There were even wealthy individuals with rare blood types who would purchase test subjects sharing their blood type, using them as personal mobile blood reserves.

Oh, the sins that flourish under the shadow of the organization's dark web... There's no wicked deed they haven't committed.

The depths of human depravity, they've not only reached but exploited to their fullest advantage.

It's undeniable; those who built, structured, and expanded the reach of this organization over the years were geniuses in their own right.

They say genius is a fine line away from madness. In truth, it can either lead to salvation or damnation.

Some use their talents to heal and save lives, others to serve their country, while there are those who employ their gifts for the most horrific and inhumane deeds imaginable.

Death, the great equalizer gifted by nature, is only a matter of time for us all.

Yet, there are those who seek to defy nature, to break free from its cycle.

They yearn for immortality, for eternal youth, for life everlasting.

And then there are those... who, upon finding no higher satisfaction or thrill in wealth and material luxury, begin to amplify their darkest desires and inner demons.

Society evolves slowly but steadily. For many tycoons, money is just a number. They live in the lap of luxury, surrounded by comfort, yet even this opulent lifestyle becomes mundane.

So, they crave excitement, a spark to satisfy their desires.

The pursuit of eternal life remains the ultimate, ageless ambition.

Sitting on the cot in my cube, I stared at the camera overhead.

The camera whirred, its red light blinking, signaling someone was watching me.

Apparently, the CEO of All-Stars Consortium has spent a pretty penny to keep tabs on me daily.

I gestured a 'thank you' towards the camera.

After all, this enigmatic CEO is now my patron, my lifeline. Winning his favor is my ticket to survival within the organization.

Being his ward means the organization's goons would think twice before laying a finger on me. At the very least, my life was safe for now.

The camera dipped three times, as if to say, "No need for thanks."

But for some reason... I got the impression what they really meant was... "Don't be afraid."

Perhaps I was reading too much into it.

The red light kept blinking. Knowing I

was under constant surveillance

should have unsettled me, yet it brought a strange sense of cafm. My

nerves, finally, began to relax

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I was utterly exhausted today, both physically and emotionally drained.

So, I decided to just sleep, to rest as well as I could.

The humming of the camera seemed almost comforting, lulling me into a peaceful sleep.

Maybe it was my instinct for

self-preservation kicking in, causing me to overthink things. After all, the CEO of All-Stars Consortium, a

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leading figure among Sea City's elite, couldn't possibly be benevolent.

These wealthy folks are masters of disguise, offering small kindnesses only to mercilessly exploit you for every last drop of value you possess. "Phoebe... don't be afraid, go to sleep. I'm here."

In my half-awake state, Colin's voice echoed in my mind.

Indeed, only thoughts of Colin could soothe me into a peaceful slumber.

Even after I fell asleep, the camera's red light continued to blink.

And when I awoke, it was still blinking.

I wasn't sure how long I'd slept; perhaps the doctor overseeing our cube had been dealt with, leaving us test subjects to our rare leisure.

Looking up at the camera, I

wondered, does the CEO of All-Stars

Consortium not sleep? Watching

over me all night... What's so interesting about watching me sleep?

It was all a bit... odd.