Semua Bab Audience Commands: My Escape From the Kill Clock: Bab 1 - Bab 10

That laugh came from a man. Then I heard a few faint scraping sounds, like someone was slowly shifting their body.My fists clenched in panic. I didn't even have time to react. The next second, a massive electric chainsaw burst straight through the door, tearing through the wood with ease. The blade spun wildly, screeching with a sound that made my blood run cold.A man's figure slowly came into view. He wore a black mask and a cap. I couldn't see his face, but I could feel his gaze locked onto me. Terrified, I stumbled backward, only to realize there was nowhere left to retreat.He didn't say a single word. He simply stared at me, then forced the chainsaw forward. The door was completely cut open.In despair, I raised my hands, making one last attempt to resist. "What did I ever do to you? At least tell me why before I die!"The man still said nothing. He slowly lifted the chainsaw, the spinning teeth glinting coldly under the light, and swung it down with all his strength.Excr

I hid in the pile of junk, peeking through the gaps at the shadowy figure standing before me. My whole body was trembling. Fortunately, the killer only paused for a moment before continuing down the stairs."Wow, she's smart, hiding in such a disgusting pile of filth. The killer would never have guessed a clean lady like her would be there.""Guys. I'm starting to hate the idea of her dying."I didn't have time to care about the comments. I quickly opened my phone and scanned my WhatsApp contacts for anyone who could be the hero.My contact list was short. After a quick check, I narrowed it down to two people who fit the description. The first was Joseph Finch, my classmate, and the second was Paul Waechter, the grandson of the building's janitor.I froze. They were both strangers to me!I quickly typed out a message asking for help and sent it to both of them. According to the comments, the hero had set a special notification ringtone for me. Whoever replied fastest would be him

Maybe it was my nerves making me extra cautious, but I knocked lightly, keeping an eye on my surroundings. The door opened quickly anyway, and a retired SWAT officer with a stern face appeared before me.I marveled at how sensitive his ears still were, then hurriedly explained my situation. The retired officer immediately let me inside and carefully closed the door behind us.Paul texted that he had called the police and was on his way to Unit 502.In the last two attempts, I had considered calling the police myself, but time had never allowed it. Besides, I already knew this world was part of a novel, on a story centered around Paul, so calling the police wouldn't have mattered as much as letting him handle it.Just as I began to finally relax, I heard two soft knocks at the door. "Food delivery's here!"My heart skipped a beat. I looked up, ready to stop him, but the retired officer had quietly moved to the door, his hand on the handle. Muttering to himself, he said, "Huh… I don

However, that was all I knew about Paul.I waited for a long time. There was almost no sound outside. Even so, my heart stayed tightly clenched. I couldn't relax for a second. Nervous, I paced around the cramped space.Without warning, I noticed a small corner hidden in the shadows. The walls there were covered with photos. They were all of me at different times. Some of them were ones I didn't even remember anything about.Beside them was a sheet of paper filled with my personal information and hobbies. "Stephanie Moore, born on June 18th, 2000. Likes dancing and being in a fandom…"A sense of unease crept over me. Then, as if on cue, the comments returned in waves."Holy crap. His one-sided love is seriously unhinged. Dark, but I love it.""Oh my gosh. He's been secretly keeping so many photos of her and writing down all her preferences. That's true love.""What a touching story. I think she's about to fall for him. Look at her! She's obviously moved!"I was more than confuse

This time, the live comments were completely different from the previous life, when he appeared as the heroic protagonist."Help. He's so ugly. What the hell.""Ew… I'm logging off to throw up.""Hey, whose pet pig is this?"…From the moment I called Mom, and she told me my birthday, I was certain this world wasn't real.On the phone, she said I was born on June 18th, 2000. That was indeed the birthday listed on my ID, but when I was little, due to a mistake by the local government office, my birthday had been recorded a day early.In other words, my real birthday was June 19th.Over the years, even I would sometimes grow unsure, but Mom was the one person who could never forget my true birthday. And yet, in this false world centered around Paul, everything existed only as his memories shaped it.The woman I called on the phone wasn't my real mom. Whether as a killer or as a hero, Paul was nothing more than a character he had imagined. All of them were merely projections of h