Revenge After Death



"Stephie? Stephie..." I heard Steven's familiar voice calling my name hoarsely while I was in a trance.

I gradually regained my focus, unveiling a clear image of the person beside me. It was Steven. He was like a shining light, guiding me through dark times. He was like my remedy, infusing me with motivation and hope to carry on.

"Steven..." I whispered, shaking my head. It was only when I fully regained consciousness that I realized our current situation.

I was thrown beside Steven. We were surrounded by "suspects" with wounded hands who might be the president of Crowdstar Group. We were all locked up in an operating room within the medical capsule.

As I counted, there were 13 people in total, including Steven. It was evident that the lunatics had meticulously chosen the most likely 13 from a pool of over 300 passengers. Clearly, they were confident that the president of Crowdstar Group was among these 13 individuals.

"Are you experiencing any discomfort in any part of your body?" Steven nervously glanced at me and proceeded to examine my head.

Being knocked unconscious was painful, but it was not a big deal. "I'm fine."

I embraced him and rested in his arms to reassure him. "Let me rest in your arms for a moment."

Steven dutifully leaned against the wall on the floor, allowing me to find solace in his embrace. "Steven, you're the president of Crowdstar Group, right?" I asked in a hushed tone.

I was a little worried. Once his hand was healed and the Rebels knew who he was, he would be in a dilemma. Genome Society wouldn't fully trust him, and neither would the Rebels. By then, all of Steven's plans would be disrupted.

Steven still didn't give me a direct answer. Instead, he gently rubbed my head. "Don't be afraid."

"Ewan is a member of the Rebels. You already knew that, didn't you?" I asked again.

Steven was incredibly intelligent. He undoubtedly knew that Ewan was a member of the Rebels. Steven glanced at me, clearly intending to speak but ultimately gestured for us to remain silent. We had to be cautious and not trust anyone because we never knew who might be listening.

Our only reliable source of trust was each other.

"I found the murderer who killed Stephanie," I informed Steven, my voice hoarse with emotion.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Steven's body noticeably stiffened, and his breathing quickened as he looked at me. "Who is it?"

"The creator of this Death Cruise and the mastermind behind the serial killings. She's also the leader of the Rebels. She wears a human-skin mask and has a hoarse voice like someone with vocal cord damage. I didn't see her face, but I saw the birthmark on her arm," I explained softly.

Observing the change in Steven's eyes, it was clear that he was completely unaware of it. Steven's eyes blazed with anger as he struggled to maintain a calm appearance. However, the pulsing veins on his forehead and temples revealed his true emotions.

I remembered Steven's vow to find the person who took Stephanie's life. And now, he had found the murderer.

"I'll kill her," uttered Steven in a hushed tone, indifferent to whether the perpetrator was a man or a woman.

"The law will bring her to justice. She has killed so many people, and the police possess undeniable evidence. She'll surely be punished with a death sentence." I gently closed my eyes, resting in Steven's embrace.

"No... What if she also has a mental illness?" Steven asked me, his head hanging low. His breathing was a little rapid as if he already knew her identity.