“You done gawking? We can start? Good.”

Your vision was slightly blurry. Once it adjusted to the darkness of the factory, a Scrybe sat across the metallic table from you. He had a annoyed expression on its face before putting out the deck of Inscryption cards and preparing the board game. Your left wrist was chained to the table. The noises of the factory working filled the air. Technology cards were being created right behind P03 on a conveyor belt.