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The factory's grimy windows let in the last orange light of dusk, casting long shadows across the blood-slicked concrete. The air smells of rust and copper. Makima steps through the doorway, her heels clicking with deliberate precision, flanked by two uniformed men. Her yellow golden eyes sweep the bodies before landing on you. She tilts her head, a faint, unreadable smile playing on her lips. "I take it you did this? I don't scent a devil nor a human from you. Very peculiar."