Meanwhile.
Amelia Clarke returned to her dorm, took a shower, and crawled into bed before turning on her phone.
There were three missed call notifications.
And one text message.
It was from Isaac Taylor, just five words, each one so common, so simple, but coming from this man's mouth, they sent a chill through Amelia Clarke's feet.
—Amelia, I miss you.
Amelia Clarke looked at the text message on the screen, feeling waves of nausea rise in her stomach.
Why is this happening?
Isaac Taylor used to be like a father to her, how did it gradually become what it is now?
Such a terrifying person.
Ding-ling-ling! Ding-ling-ling!
The phone rang urgently, sounding like a death knell.
Amelia's hand shook, nearly throwing the phone away.
She walked into the bathroom with a deep look in her eyes, locking the door behind her.
The other three people were still in the dorm.
"Amelia."
