When Delphine woke up, she found herself in a dark and cramped space. The ship rocked gently, and the salty scent of seawater permeated the surroundings.
Her hands and feet were bound tightly with coarse ropes and secured to a pillar behind her. Her vision took a few moments to adjust to the dimly lit room.
She remembered that after stepping out of the alley, she was attacked from behind and knocked unconscious. Just before losing consciousness, it seemed she saw Jocelyn Yeager fighting with the group of attackers.
Delphine's chest tightened with worry, but she finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Jocelyn leaning against a pillar not far away.
The man's handsome face was deathly pale, his eyes shut tightly, and the streak of blood on his forehead was shockingly vivid.
She slowly moved her legs and gently nudged Jocelyn with her foot.
Jocelyn awoke with a start and anxiously called out in a low voice, "Delphine?"
