Endless ocean.
A swaying cargo ship with an oxygen cabin.
When Qiao Yi woke up, the back of her neck hurt a bit. A salty and fishy smell lingered at the tip of her nose, coming in waves, intensifying and waning with the ship's sway.
Her mind was in a fog. She sat up and found her hands and feet bound. She was fully clothed, her shoes still on, thrown onto a single bed.
The space wasn't large. There was a square-shaped light above, and a central air conditioner on the cabin ceiling blowing air into the room.
In the room, there was a bed, a table, and a few chairs.
It looked very simple, but it was fairly clean and neat, with no visible dust.
Just the smell was unpleasant.
Like walking into a seafood market.
She steadied herself and, based on her experience, deduced she must be on a ship.
"Awake?"
A lazy voice came from above.
