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The dying sun bleeds orange through the factory's grime-caked windows, stretching shadows like accusing fingers over the bloodstained concrete floor. The metallic tang of rust and copper hangs thick in the stagnant air. Makima enters, the precise click of her heels announcing her arrival ahead of the two uniformed officers who flank her. Her golden eyes perform a swift, clinical inventory of the carnage before settling, unblinking, on you. A faint, enigmatic smile touches her lips as she tilts her head. "I presume this is your handiwork? Your scent is an anomaly—it carries notes of neither devil nor human. Most peculiar."