The sound of machinery echoed through the industrial facility, with the thunderous flow of water rushing through gigantic pipes and the pungent odor of chemical agents permeating the air, nauseating to anyone who caught a whiff.
Agatha stood by the protective railing, peering down into the buffer pool below, witnessing the mucky liquid churning in the massive reservoir. Bubbles surfaced sporadically alongside eerily glowing discolorations, as revolting as the stomach acid of a beast.
A facility manager, clad in a light brown coat with somewhat sparse hair, stood behind the young gatekeeper, his face wearing an anxious expression, inadvertently tugging at the buttons on his chest.
