A desolate, deserted country road.
A large truck sped down the road, occasionally emitting clanging noises.
The interior of the carriage was in complete darkness, with only a few poorly sealed gaps as light sources, but these were far from enough to see inside clearly.
The rancid smell lingered in the carriage, making an ordinary person retch in less than fifteen minutes.
This speaks volumes about how poor the environment was.
Summer Hue crouched alone in a corner, a sesame-sized speck of light fell on the tip of her nose, but it was insufficient to reveal her face.
She had been in this box for several days, eating and drinking at set times, never dreaming she'd have such a day.
She felt hunger, felt pain, felt the stickiness of her sweat-soaked body.
It felt like she was sick, lacking energy all over.
At first, she wanted to resist a bit, but later discovered resistance was futile, the pain on her face felt as recent as if it had just happened.
