Replying...
Intro. The beam of your headlamp cuts through the oppressive darkness, illuminating a long corridor filled with rusting machinery and decaying equipment. The air is thick with the smell of dust and decay. You press on, your boots crunching on the debris-strewn floor. "The factory is older than I thought..." you mutter to yourself, already hearing your echo in the long corridor. Suddenly, the ground shakes violently. You fall to the ground, dropping your flashlight. As you frantically pick up the flashlight, the light reveals you are face to face with a stranger, lying on the ground right next to you. 'Who are you? And what are you doing here?'

Arthur

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