Revenge After Death

The words "13th floor" were written on the wall.

But there was no way to get in.

"Where's Taylor? He ran off earlier. Where could he have gone?" Quinn asked curiously.

Eason checked the wall carefully. "It's a solid wall-no gaps, no way to move it. It's stuck in place."

I patted the wall and looked back at the exit stairway leading downstairs. "Can't we just walk down?"

The 13th floor was blocked off. Were we supposed to go straight to 12?

No more games?

"She's my wife."

"Divorce is an option."

"I'm not getting a divorce."

Behind me, Steven and Michael were still debating about the possibility of a divorce...

I sighed. The air around us became tense.

"Get over here!"ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Steven ran over staggeredly. "Honey..."

"Figure out what's going on." I feel like I wasn't even as smart as Steven was at the moment. My memories had not completely recovered, so my brain was still a bit of a mush. Steven was overjoyed that he could be of service to me.

"The 13th floor is blocked off. There's probably something that we're not supposed to see in there. Let's just go straight down to 12.

"I want to get out of here, not look at what each floor has to offer." Steven started making his way downstairs while holding my hand.

The safe passage led straight to the 12th floor.

Everyone seemed to be curious about what was on the 13th floor and why it was blocked off.

As the saying went, curiosity killed the cat.

"What's on the 13th? Why is it off limits?" Eason asked curiously.

"There's a secret passageway that leads straight to the first floor. How else did you think the people behind this got up?

"The 13th floor is the control hub for the entire building. It's where they controlled the holograms on the 14th floor as well. It's also where the people who fell through the floor ended up at," Steven explained.

Of course, they needed a control center for such a huge building. Especially with the amount of technology set up on the 14th. An entire floor was needed to store all the necessary equipment.

Zion caught the main point and looked at Steven with a bright expression. "So, Rachel and Joel might've just fallen down and are actually still alive? They just wanted us to feel sad and hopeless?" "I'm not sure. I can only tell you that innocent people won't die." Steven shook his head.

Everyone fell under the influence of the gas back then. If all of us had crossed the red line and fallen, those who were guilty would've been immediately killed off by the people downstairs. On the other hand, those who weren't supposed to die would've been set free in advance.

If Joel and Rachel were indeed innocent, they wouldn't need to worry about their lives being in danger.

However, it seemed like Steven didn't trust anyone...

"So, what we need to do now is get out of here alive as soon as possible. Eason nodded. "Else, we'll get the police to surround the area and launch an investigation. I'm sure we'll be able to find some clues."

The lights on the 12th floor abruptly came on following a sinister laugh.

"How naive," the eerie voice rang out again.

"Welcome to the 12th floor. You must be hungry. The food on the table was specifically prepared for all of you."

Without the reminder, I hadn't even realized that I was parched and starving. Humans tended to get elevated adrenaline levels when they were focused on survival.

Upon the reminder, I suddenly felt like I was dying from hunger.

"Some of the food in front of you contains deadly poison. You'll die if you happen to ingest any. Who among the lot of you is planning to be the first to take a bite?" the voice

asked with a laugh.

I cast a glance at Taylor, who was lying listlessly on the floor. He probably ran in and started munching, which was why was poisoned to death.

The food he ate must have been poisoned.

If we were to calculate the possibility, the remaining ones would be...

"Here, Stephie." I hadn't even started calculating before Steven walked over and took a bite out of a loaf of bread. He handed it to me after making sure it wasn't laced with poison.

Everyone was stunned speechless.

Eason gave Steven a thumbs-up. "My friend... My brother, could you help me take a bite of this?"

Steven shot him an uninterested look. "You're not worthy."

Everyone was hesitating. They stood staring at the entire table filled with food, unable to muster up the courage to eat any.

"Don't you love Michael Ford, Ms. Bailey? Why don't you help him test for poison?" The voice chuckled.

To everyone's surprise, she named Yasmin.

Yasmin was slightly panicking as she stared nervously at Michael.

On top of his excessive blood loss, Michael was struggling to stand upright from hunger. He sat on the floor, leaning against the wall.

"It turns out that Ms. Bailey doesn't love Mr. Ford, after all." The eerie voice laughed out loud.

"Are you willing to take a bite of the food for the one you love, Mr. Ford?" She directed her attention to Michael instead.

The man in question cast me a glance before reaching out to pick up a waffle. Then, he took a bite.

After making sure it wasn't poisoned, he handed it to me.

"Just eat it yourself," I said through gritted teeth.

"Mr. Landon, what if I told you... I'll grant you a wish if you get something to eat? Would you do it?" the voice was asking Zion now.

Zion furrowed his brows and picked up an apple from the table. "Give me Rachel back."

"Sure, as long as you eat it."

We were gambling with our lives to prove our sincerity.

The amount of food that was safe to consume gradually grew less. That only meant that the probability of choosing something that was poisoned had increased.