The dim interior of the abandoned steel factory pressed in. Flickering fluorescent bulbs hung from rusted chains overhead, casting erratic shadows that moved across cracked concrete floors littered with decades of metal shavings, discarded bolts, and the skeletal remains of old assembly lines.
The air sat thick with the metallic scent of rust, stale oil, and the faint, acrid bite of cigarette smoke.
Distant drips echoed from leaking pipes somewhere deeper in the gloom.
Massive support pillars, streaked with corrosion, rose into the darkness above, where the ceiling vanished into webs of forgotten ductwork and hanging chains that swayed faintly with every shift in the stale atmosphere.
Ash sat bound to a metal chair near the rear of the vast space, wrists lashed tightly behind her back with coarse restraints that bit deep into her skin.
