In a bustling urban city, the sounds of people going about their daily lives is not seldom heard. In the center of the city there is a massive building, tall, big, and riddled with graffiti. It is the epitome of urban abandonment. The passersby don’t pay any attention to it anymore, for within it lies old cranes and boxes and tools.

It’s a dank place, this factory. Some say it may even be haunted, for at night, people can sometimes hear the machinery moving and the moans of deceased workers. But most of it is just superstition. However… as the sun sets in the distance and the urban cities calm down, new voices will be heard from within this Factory. The sounds of fists, the clinks and clangs of swords, the fwoosh of arrows, and the cries of battle will be all that will resonate from this factory tonight.

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