Revenge After Death



"You're attracting too much attention. Most of the people here can't afford all this. With the amount that you bought, you should be grateful that they only went after the food," Jimmy added nonchalantly. Michael ignored him. He fished out a deformed sandwich and hesitated for a moment. Then, he tore it in half. He handed me one half and Una the other.

Una didn't say anything. She took it from him expressionlessly and ate it. Being petty at a time like this was essentially a death wish.

I didn't throw the sandwich away since there was a shortage of food. Instead, I handed it to Rachel. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something. However, she eventually took it from me after I insisted.

"Everyone, go get some rest." Zion led everyone back to their rooms.

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All of a sudden, Rachel realized that Yara was missing.

I froze as well. She was just here a moment ago.

"Yara!"

All of our attention was directed at the riot earlier on. Yara had vanished, and we had no clue where she went.

"You guys head back first. I'll go look for her." I was slightly worried.

Zion shook his head. "We can't let you search alone."

"Let's look for her together," Joel suggested as he started scanning the crowd for the young girl.

"I saw her go that way." Xan pointed toward the end of the storage room.

There was a passageway.

No one else seemed to have noticed it. It should lead to somewhere we had never been before. A few of us walked over and yelled into the entrance, "Yara?"

There was no response.

"Yara?" I yelled again. I wanted to go down, but Michael grabbed onto me.

"It's dangerous down there. Besides, it's so dark down there. Yara couldn't possibly have the guts to head down on her own." He didn't want me to continue further.

"But I really saw her go in there," Ashton declared firmly.

"Let's all head down as a group," Zion suggested.

The area ahead was pitch-black. There wasn't any hint of light. We descended the stairs and couldn't even manage to see our outstretched hands. As someone who was so afraid of the dark, Yara couldn't have come to a place like this.

"Do you guys hear something?" I asked softly.

"This way." In the dark, Ashton's small hand found mine before he guided me further down.

There were too many secrets on this ship. I had a bad feeling about this. There had to be something hidden here.

"Yara?" I suddenly heard footsteps from a near distance. Hence, I called out unsurely.

There was no reply.

"Don't worry, Mom. There's no one here. The sound is coming from the corridor," Ashton explained softly. He seemed to be able to see clearly in the dark. His night vision looked like it was better than my own.

"At this rate, the cruise will be barren. We can't drag this on for longer. If we don't find the president soon, Genome Society will destroy the ship."

Amidst the darkness, I caught sight of a small ray of light. I leaned against the wall to listen in. The Rebels were discussing their plans. Frowning, I held my breath.

This voice.... The person wasn't using a voice changer. I could clearly make out the voice of a woman. It sounded a lot like Carol.

Wasn't she dead?

"Genome Society wants to tie up all their loose ends. Too many people know of their secrets on this cruise. They won't let any of them get off this ship alive unless they're of use."

"We've already achieved our goal. The police are taking this case seriously, and we've already obtained the secrets regarding Genome Society on the cruise. We can stop after we expose everything to the world."

On the other side of the wall, the Rebels were still in discussion. The anxious and pleading voice sounded so much like Carol.

She was asking someone to cease operations, but they didn't say a word in response.

Who could it possibly be?

"Stephy!" All of a sudden, Yara's voice rang out from the darkness. She alerted everyone in the room. "It's so dark!"

I immediately ran over to cup a hand over her mouth, but it was too late.

The door swung open, and light poured out of the room. Someone stood in the doorway against the light.

I stood frozen in place, my breath hitching in my throat.

It was him.