A large number of people remained frozen in place before me, not moving. I stepped back, raised my blood stained dagger, and immediately everyone ran out.
I waited a little inside the factory to give them enough time to get as far away as possible, then I walked among the bodies. There were piles of discarded fabric everywhere. In every corner there were wooden crates when I opened and checked them I found a large stash of clothes inside.
What is this place really? Why are those with Skull gang tattoos forcing others to work in a sewing factory? Have gangs these days started running weird side businesses? The ugly tattoos on their arms made it clear they were nothing but a bunch of idiots with terrible taste.
I mean, by the Creator of the Heavens, what sane man would get such a tattoo?
Anyway, after I made sure I'd given everyone enough time to get away, I gathered the playing cards scattered on the floor and from atop the corpses, then I left the warehouse.
