"I will be the one asking the questions, boy," Ju'Nero's deep voice reverberated through the chamber, like the growl of a predator sizing up its prey.
"Were you planning to walk away with my hard-earned loot?"
[-??- has risen to 50%]
...
The inside of the factory was very different when compared to the open space outside. The air was stifling with the smell of mildew and rot.
Dim, flickering lights cast erratic shadows along the vast, crumbling interior, making the already unsettling surroundings seem even more unpleasant.
Bare wires dangled from the ceiling, some sparking sporadically, illuminating the grime-covered walls with momentary flashes of light.
Bulbs, either shattered or on the verge of burnout, hung uselessly, leaving long stretches of darkness between the sparse spaces of weak lighting.
The squeaking and scuttling of rats echoed intermittently, the rodents darting out of sight whenever the group approached.
