Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace



Consciousness fading, I slipped into darkness.

Deep down, I knew Naomi was taking her anger out on me. So, before the organization's leaders could punish her, she'd definitely take it out on me. Sure enough... when I woke up, I found myself in an operating room.

She deliberately didn't let the anesthetist put me under, making me endure the agony of having my molar yanked out without any pain relief. Pain and the taste of blood filled my mouth. I clenched my fists, pounding the bed in agony.

"Does it hurt?" Naomi snapped, holding the tooth with a pair of tweezers. "Foebe, hiding such a sophisticated tracking device in your tooth, just to expose the lab's location? I knew it... you're a wild card. Your 'rebirth' was a lie, a ploy to get the organization interested in bringing you back!"

I froze for a moment, shocked by the tooth in Naomi's hand.

Why would there be a tracking device in it?

After my rebirth... I had never touched my teeth.

This could only mean one thing... Before my rebirth, Foebe had dental work done.

A chill ran down my spine.

Was Foebe part of the Rebellion Syndicate?

"I've said it many times, soul transmigration technology can't possibly exist! Yet, the organization insisted on bringing you back, thinking you could add value..." Naomi threw the tooth aside, grabbing my throat. "You're not the reborn Phoebe; you're Foebe... You've deceived yourself, and thus, managed to deceive us as well."

Suddenly, Naomi laughed, a realization dawning on her as she turned to the mercenaries beside her. "Did you find out what I asked you to?" "We've captured Damian's daughter," one of them replied.

Hannah? They brought Hannah here...

I struggled, managing to spit out blood and speak with difficulty. "What do you want... I don't know what you're talking about!"

"You'll find out soon enough." Naomi yanked my hair, signaling to her people to take me to the interrogation room.

Naomi was determined to uncover the truth before facing punishment from the organization.

Unease gripped me... as I followed Naomi to the interrogation room.

There, Hannah was tied to a chair, screaming and sobbing.

They must have drugged Hannah...

"My dad... knew Foebe..."

Hannah revealed that Damian knew Foebe.

Foebe was indeed no simple character.

She was in cahoots with Damian.

"After Phoebe's death, my dad had Foebe impersonate her. It would draw the attention of the

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organization and the tycoons, making them bring Foebe back as a valuable test subject... exposing the lab's location..."

"My dad... was part of the Rebellion Syndicate, one of the designers behind the serial killings..."

Hannah shook her head in agony, tears streaming down as she clenched her fists.

Damian was one of the serial killers, infiltrating the ranks...

And Melody, she was just a pawn in his game.

What Damian truly sought to destroy was the organization itself.

"Got news from the hospital today, Damian is dead," Naomi said coldly, grasping my hair again. "I have to admit, Damian was clever. As one of the leaders of the Rebellion

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Syndicate, he hid his tracks well..."

Who would have thought, the trusted psychiatrist, was actually one of the leaders of the Rebellion Syndicate.

"Sea City detectives have traced the mastermind behind the serial killings, discovering evidence in the basement of an abandoned asylum and deeds for a demolished building in Northern Myanmar, all planned by Damian years ago... Phoebe's parents, Ethan, were among the founders of the Rebellion

Syndicate..." Naomi showed me the day's news on her phone.

The serial killings were solved.

The notorious psychiatrist, Damian, was behind it all.

With that, the case of the serial killings was officially closed.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

But was it... really just Damian?

Had the serial killings truly come to an end?