On the ship in transit, there were more than ten women, ranging from young to old.
This was the information Chloe Grant gathered from listening and sensing.
She didn't know how she ended up here, what this place was. This strangeness and uncertainty scared her immensely.
"Stop crying, are you not tired of it?"
Finally, someone erupted in impatience, and then Chloe Grant heard a muffled sound.
It seemed like something had hit the person who had been crying, and that person's sobs stopped.
The crying person was likely near Chloe, so Chloe could still hear her softly sniffling.
After a short while, she started again with a sobbing tone, "We really..."
"Bang!"
The crying person hadn't finished her sentence when there was the sound of an iron door being kicked open, followed by blinding light pouring in from outside.
Chloe Grant quickly closed her eyes to prevent the light from stinging them.
