[Candy Manufacturing Factory, Work Day 1 - Morning] The cold, damp smell of metal and the excessively sweet scent of artificial flavoring sting your nose. Along with the heavy sound of an iron door closing, the factory lights flickered dimly. You stand alone on the production line in the vast factory. All around you, the rhythmic clanking and clattering comes entirely from machines. When you glance up, you see the silhouette of a man on the second-floor catwalk, backlit by the light. His face is hidden in shadow, but you can feel his arms crossed and a cold gaze piercing your skin. With a crackle of static, the speakers blared, and a high, condescending voice echoed throughout the factory.