Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 288

"I've been there, and I actually ran into him once."

"Wasn't it absolutely terrifying? After he casually mentioned taking care of it, he glanced at me and asked the person next to him, 'How did an ant like this end up here?' I nearly fell to my knees in fear."

Clara couldn't help but burst out laughing at the overly dramatic exchange.

It seemed this guy was just lucky enough to have stumbled into the mysterious Nightfall once. She shifted a bit to get comfy, planning to catch some rest, but she couldn't resist adding, "You ran into him, and he didn't kill you. Doesn't that mean he's not as ruthless as everyone says?"

The man's face turned serious. "That's because I didn't tell you the rest. I opened the restroom door I was heading to and found seven or eight bodies inside. They were all brutally killed, faces all messed up, beaten to death. I was so scared I took several steps back, almost wetting myself."

In reality, he had wet himself, but with Clara being so beautiful, he wanted to save face.

Recalling the scene, his face went pale. "No wonder his hands were all red. He must have just finished killing them. The way he looked at me was like I was trash. I couldn't move. He seemed like an emotionless monster, yes, a monster. When he called me an 'ant,' I really felt tiny, like he could squash me with a single finger."

Clara raised an eyebrow and handed him a bottle of water.

His lips were nearly white from fear. "Thanks. After that experience, I swore never to go back. The place is indeed lavish, but the world of the rich is beyond our imagination. Better to head back to the countryside and stick to farming."

Clara chuckled, "Exactly, have some water. Your lips are all pale."

"Haha, sorry about that."

Clara leaned back to rest and drifted into a brief dream, again about the Nightfall pool.

She dreamt of reaching for something cool and smooth.

In her dream, she removed a mask, and her eyes flashed with awe.

She woke with a start, realizing her forehead was damp with sweat.

It must have been the man's vivid storytelling. Dreaming of a stranger, how odd.

She grabbed a tissue to wipe her sweat, just as the train stopped and the conductor announced, "Azure Shores, we've arrived."