Cold rain pounded the rusted metal roof of an abandoned factory, beating out a dense, muffled rhythm. The air was thick with the smell of rust, mold, and a sweet, bloody stench that defied description. Lin Mo crouched behind a partially collapsed concrete wall. Rain dripped from the brim of his black rain jacket, gathering into a small, murky puddle by his feet.
A translucent, pale blue screen hovered before him, data and warning messages scrolling rapidly across it, completely out of place amid the surrounding decay.
