Chapter 169 He Cannot Be Dead

The basement door creaked open. When Chelsea saw what was inside, she gasped. “Fabian! Fabian! What happened to you?” She rushed in, falling to her knees beside him. Fabian didn't move. His fingernails were caked in dried blood. On the wall, numbers were smeared in blood—one, two, three, all the way to six. As the numbers went on, they became harder to read. The last two, a “five” and a shaky “six,” were barely legible.