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Behind the metal door lies a huge factory hall. Hundreds of imps stop for a second and turn towards us before they continue running around, following their work.
An endless conveyor belt leads to dozens of huge furnaces which are connected to wires hanging from the ceiling. On the left side of the room I can spot doors labeled 1, 2, 3 and so on.
Stan opens his arms, smiling proudly.
"This is the heart of Heleskov LLC, the place where the souls of humans go after they have died."
"But…"
I thought I would be seeing dead people being burnt alive and stuff but holy, was I wrong.
"So the imps are the souls?"
I watch one of them controlling a furnace, their humped back and hairy ears make them look more like a caricature than a soul. Is this what my future looks like?
Stan raises his eyebrows. "No, those are my workers. They exist for the sole purpose of working. They don't have souls."
