Reborn, I Let Them Take the Cursed Graduation Photo Chapter 11

Reborn, I Let Them Take the Cursed Graduation Photo Chapter 11

Zoe raised the stun baton and flashed me a bright grin.

“So? Told you I wouldn’t slow you down.”

I gave her a thumbs-up.

“You came through.”

Isabella stared at her in disbelief and instinctively backed away.

“I know for a fact you and Katherine were never close. Why are you helping her?”

Zoe let out a quiet laugh.

“You don’t even understand how this game works, and you seriously thought you could beat her?”

The moment Isabella called me a glitch in the rules, everything clicked into place.

Every time I entered one of these games, the rules secretly assigned me a single Survivor as my hidden ally.

This time, that person had been Zoe.

It was the one advantage I possessed as the game’s anomaly. My ace in the hole.

I never revealed the mission until the exact moment it mattered.

Holding the stun baton, Zoe walked toward Isabella.

“Sorry. This round belongs to us.”

She pulled the trigger.

The crackling jolt slammed into Isabella.

After that, all there was left to do was wait.

Ethan and Isabella were tied up beside a row of abandoned dumpsters while Zoe and I sat nearby, eating chips, drinking soda, and counting down the final hours.

Eventually, dawn broke.

[Game Over.]

[Survivors: Katherine Ellis, Zoe Caldwell, Isabella Collins, Ethan Vance.]

[Memory Erasure Protocol Initiated.]

[Preparing Return Transfer.]

…

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed.

Less than three months remained before graduate school started.

The disaster had shaken Kingsley College to its core.

Over the following month, grieving parents demanded answers while faculty struggled to contain the fallout.

Out of fifty students, only four had survived.

Once again, rumors about the Rules Horror spread across campus like wildfire.

I was accepted into the graduate program at Archmont Institute of Technology.

Zoe enrolled at Crestview University.

Ethan never recovered completely.

The electrical shock had left permanent neurological damage. His mind wasn’t the same anymore, and he had to withdraw from school.

As for Isabella…

She simply disappeared.

Some people claimed she’d gone overseas.

Others insisted she had vanished without a trace.

No one knew the truth.

…

The day I moved into graduate housing, I wheeled my suitcase into my dorm room.

None of my roommates had arrived yet.

After setting my luggage down, I instinctively scanned the room.

Then every drop of blood in my body seemed to freeze.

Scrawled across the wall in dripping crimson letters was a single rule.

[DONOTENTERTHELASTRESTROOMSTALLATEXACTLY12:00

A.M.OTHERWISE,TERRIBLE MISFORTUNE WILLFOLLOW.]

Another Rules Horror.

I slowly turned toward the communal restroom at the end of the hallway.

A cold, oppressive presence seeped from the darkness beyond the doorway.

Late one night, the door to the last stall creaked open on its own.

The clock on the wall clicked over.

12:00 a.m.