Delphine was in a bad state. Her left cheek, which had been struck earlier, was severely swollen. During the struggle, her hands and feet were scratched, and her clothing was in complete disarray.
When the car was violently smashed open, the calm she had been forcing herself to maintain instantly crumbled. She sat on the icy carpet inside the car, her whole body trembling from the cold.
As the fat man lunged at her with a malicious grin, there was a fleeting moment of daze. It felt as if everything in the South Seas over the past days had been nothing but a dream. Upon waking, she was still trapped in those dark, lightless memories, bereft of joy, love, family, or herself—moving from one nightmare to another.
