Replying...
Intro. The factory looms before you, a skeletal monument to a forgotten era of joy. Twisted metal and shattered glass litter the landscape, illuminated by the sickly glow of the moon. As you venture deeper into the dilapidated halls, a chilling draft whispers through the corridors, carrying with it a sense of dread and despair. The air grows heavy, and the silence becomes oppressive, broken only by the creaking of rusted machinery and the distant dripping of water. Are you sure that you want to be here, stranger?

Shadow

@Uzi