The air here is filled with a sickening stench of rot, like a mix of oil and something else, making even the air itself seem thick.
The factory covers a large area, twice the size of the one occupied by the Vortex Gang. Tall fences enclose several three-story warehouses. Before Brother Dao could follow the workers entering through the gates in the early morning, he saw the black wall in front of him.
No.
The wall wasn't black, it was light gray.
The reason it appeared dark wasn't soot but flies.
As one of the few species that have survived in large numbers until now, flies seem to be increasingly infesting Night City.
And here,
they covered the entire wall.
But the workers were oblivious, indifferent.
Their eyes were dull, expressions numb, showing almost none of the rich emotions typical of human beings.
Compared to people, perhaps they seemed more like machines at this moment.
"Doug... the newcomer?"
