The night had descended over the company town of Axelsen & Nielsen Air Brake Company, casting long shadows over the electrically lit streets. The air was thick with the smell of coal smoke and the clanging of machinery echoed in the distance. As the workers made their way home from a long day at the factory, the streets were alive with the sounds of laughter and chatter. The electric lights flickered and hummed, casting a warm glow on the brick buildings and cobblestone streets.
In the center of town, the imposing factory loomed like a giant, its towering smokestacks belching out thick plumes of smoke. The factory was the lifeblood of the town, providing employment for hundreds of workers and fueling the economy of the entire region.
A horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of the main office. The footman, stationed behind the carriage, jumped down and opened the door for the person inside.
