Girl's Doomsday Rebirth Revenge & Survive novel Chapter 415

**TITLE: Doomsday Rebirth 415**

In an instant, his eyes flickered open, revealing a disturbing sight. The once-white sclera was now a ghastly shade of crimson, bloodshot and wild, reminiscent of the eerie red eyes of bats lurking in the shadows.

Caroline’s expression twisted into a frown, a mix of confusion and dread washing over her. In a swift motion, she summoned her Tivara knife, its blade gleaming ominously in the dim light. Without hesitation, she severed the man’s hand, the sound of flesh parting from bone echoing in the stillness.

To her shock, the man met her gaze with a chilling chuckle, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. “Woman, someone will avenge me… Ahahaha…” His laughter was a haunting melody that lingered even as life slipped away from him.

And then, silence reigned as he breathed his last.

Yet, Caroline’s relief was short-lived. The eerie singing that had enveloped the forest continued unabated, a haunting lullaby that seemed to mock her. Whatever entity was responsible for that sound persisted, and as the man’s life extinguished, the singing intensified, growing louder, more frenzied, as if the singer had sensed his demise and was now consumed by rage.

A throbbing ache blossomed in Caroline’s head, each pulse a reminder of her precarious situation. Desperately, she began to jab her fingertip with the needle she always carried, a futile attempt to ground herself and stave off unconsciousness. Panic surged within her as she tried to flee, only to discover that the forest was a twisted maze, every tree a mirror of the next. No matter which direction she took, she found herself trapped in a disorienting loop.

Glancing back at Raven, she made the decision to climb onto his back, hoping his keen sense of smell would guide them to safety. But even Raven seemed affected by the sinister voice that echoed through the trees. Time and again, he would lurch forward as if he had caught a scent, only to retreat in confusion, lost in the labyrinth of identical trunks.

When they found themselves back at the man’s lifeless body once more, a chilling realization dawned on Caroline. The man’s earlier proclamation about being unable to leave the mountain suddenly made a horrifying sense. It was the singing that bound him here, a force that seemed to control him rather than the other way around.

Her mind raced as she contemplated the implications. At first, she had believed the singer was merely a pawn in the man’s game, but now it appeared that the reverse was true. The singer was the puppet master, ensnaring him and using him as a shield against any threats that might arise.

Staring into the seemingly endless forest, where every tree appeared identical, Caroline’s frown deepened. In a desperate attempt to escape the torment of the song, she tried to retreat into her storage space, hoping that a brief respite would grant her some peace.

But even within her sanctuary, the haunting melody permeated her thoughts, relentless and unyielding. An hour slipped by, and still, the song persisted, as if it were aware of her presence, taunting her from the shadows.

Inside the storage space, Caroline and Raven attempted to regain their strength, sharing meager rations. Yet, the once-delicious food now tasted bland, akin to cardboard, devoid of flavor. Each bite reminded her of the dismal bread made from cockroach powder she had endured in her previous life, a memory that made her stomach churn.

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