The sound of machinery echoed through the factory facility, with the roar of water rushing through the giant pipes, and the pungent smell of chemical reagents wafting in the air, nauseating to anyone who caught a whiff.
Agatha stood by the protective railing, peering down into the buffer pool below, where filthy liquid tumbled and churned within the vast reservoir, occasionally releasing bubbles and eerily colored glows like the stomach acid of some monstrous beast.
A management personnel with thinning hair and dressed in a light brown coat stood behind the young gatekeeper, his face etched with tension, one hand subconsciously tugging at the button on his chest.