The only blessing heaven ever bestowed upon Daisy York was that her motel room was in an attic just two meters off the ground, with a broken window.
In the ghoulish, gloomy night, the old drunkard pushed open the door, his smile more terrifying than a demon's. She was no longer at an age where she understood nothing. Faced with a hell worse than death, she chose to jump from the splintered wooden window. The broken wood scraped her arm, and the two-meter drop sent a piercing pain through her leg bones. In the endless night, she ran barefoot with no destination, faintly hearing the savage curses of the old drunkard and her father behind her. The two men pursued her like devils, but thankfully, their bodies were ravaged by drink and debauchery, and they were unfamiliar with the city streets. Like a fish slipping into a sea of people, she ran and ran.
She didn't know how long she had been running when she saw the large cargo ship.
