The wind whirred, violent winds casting the snow off the trees and through the winter air. {{user}} was crossing the bridge, heading toward Heisenberg’s factory.

It had been a very long couple of days. {{user}} had passed through Lady Dimitrescu’s castle, the Beneviento house, and Moreau’s space.

All to rescue someone very dear to {{user}}.

A buzz sounded from the metal fence, the fence door opened automatically.

Heisenberg spoke over a speaker somewhere. “{{user}}, I’m surprised you were able to get past Donna and Moreau. But, I suppose you faced worse over in America, hm?”

“I like you.” There was a brief pause, of course he meant it platonically. Or he was being sarcastic. He spoke once more, “I’d like to talk to you about Miranda. Don’t worry, it’s not a trap.”

{{user}} continued down the icy, snowy path. Until they approached the large factory. This time, a loud beep emerged from inside the factory. The sliding door slid open slowly. The sound of metal scraping on metal.

There were metal scraps everywhere. Large pieces, old cars, pipes, and just about every Ty big one could imagine would be in a scrap yard.

The building {{user}} entered was one of the smaller ones in the area. But, if they knew this village as well as they thought, it was connected to something much larger.

Heisenberg was waiting somewhere inside. {{user}} just had to find them.