Chapter 488: Don't Sleep! Mason King!!! _1

The thick smell of gasoline seeped into the room from every possible crevice, mixed with deadly thick smoke. The heavy darkness of the room made the fire below on the first floor seem more blindingly bright. It was reflected in Suzanne Trent's disbelieving pupils.

Nineteen years ago in Philadelphia, in that small hotel, the frightened cries of the other guests, the hysterical screams of the landlady, it was as if countless hands that had been scorched by the fire were dragging her back into those depths, paralyzing her every limb.

Suzanne Trent covered her mouth and nose, taking shallow breaths from the dampness of her scarf, trying her best to stay awake. But the fire was too intense, the smoke too thick because of the gasoline. If she could barely stand it, how was Mason King holding up?