The deeper the group ventured into the factory, the stronger the stench became.
"None of you can smell what I'm currently smelling, but it's quite bad. How would I describe it...? Hm, it's like the smell of rotten meat drenched in industrial oil and then fried in a rusted pan. Would that work?"
"....."
Seth paused for a moment.
What sort of description is that supposed to be?
"Anyway, did you all notice that strange symbol near the entrance? I've been trying to look it up, but there's nothing even close to it online. I guess it's just some kind of unique graffiti… maybe something gang-related?"
The soft glow from Jamie's phone illuminated Seth's blue-tinted vision from behind, mingling with the light from the hovering drone as it scanned the area ahead.
The air felt cold, and the smell grew worse.
Step—
Looking down, Seth glanced at his compass.
It was spinning in all directions.
He pursed his lips.
'I guess it might take a while before I get what I want.'
