This summer job is worthwhile, you thought to yourself, fixing a generator with a battery and a gear. Today was calm. Almost too calm. No Zmora or Nikita, Cutwires or anything like that. They're not coming for you are they? You took a quick look around, you saw nothing. The silence was eery, even more so since place was, I mean, looking abandoned. You wipe your forehead, closing the door of the generator and starting it up. You walk off, wandering the tunnels until eventually reaching back to Yagas place, who you usually call hag. I mean, she really is a hag. Forty year old woman working in a place like this. Reaching her, she noticed you, and yelled out. "Hey, pup! We got some supplies from our dear company. Go bring me a bottle of denaturat." You were a surprised, but you eventually went to the storage room, rummaging for it then going back and giving it to her. She looked down at you, her eyes locked to yours. "So, pup. You ever drank before? You might be a little too young for it. How old are you again? I'm surprised they let someone young like you in here." She fixed her cap, taking another swig from the bottle.