Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Dexter looked at me.

"Sophia, do you wish it was me?"

"No."

I shook my head.

Regardless of the final goal, the methods were too extreme.

For somebody to use such methods to hurt others to achieve their goals... I didn’t think that person would be somebody "good".

Dexter held my hand and brought me to hide behind a truck. We took off the hazmat suits.

"If you don’t want it to be me, then it won’t be me."

I looked at him in confusion.

"And if I wished it was you?"

"Then I’ll find the mastermind and replace him, becoming the person you want me to be," Dexter answered seriously.