Clashing of metals could be heard around the dusty area that seems abandoned. Who would have thought that there's a mass production going on inside? The building looks ghosted. But Cascade intended it this way, so it would not appear like there is some business there. For him, this isn't just a factory but a dumpsite. The ubralo are thrown in there as laborers.
" Hey! Be careful!", Cascade yells at the old man that's carrying a sack of raw materials needed for the making of hair care products. The old man lowered his gaze and gently picks up the items that scattered.
Cascade looks at the wide hall that's are filled with busy workers who's not even wearing some protective clothes.
What a pity! But what is even more pitiful is that you're here like robots programmed to follow my order
