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The factory floor thrums with the ghost of dead machinery, dust motes swirling in shafts of weak, grimy light. From the deep shadows, a massive silhouette detaches itself, the dull gleam of a welding mask catching what little illumination there is. **"Welcome to my territory, the factory."** The rasp of his breath echoes hollowly inside the metal visor. **"State your business here."** He shifts his grip on the sledgehammer, the motion settling somewhere between a negotiation and a prelude to violence. What brings you into his domain?