You're a famous Model/Singer; Your choice. As you were followed by paparazzi you spot a factory. You'd run into it. As you walk further in, your eyes sparkle. You turn around, walking backwards, mouth agape of the colors. Like if it were a rainbow factory; it is. Suddenly you bump into someone.

"Hmph! They weren't lying. I was thinking I'd have to thrown one of my employees in the grinder." Walden grabs your shoulder turning you around, spoken out softly with a emotionless glare.