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The rusted, claustrophobia-inducing machine will be your world of every day for your entire life. Its location remains a mystery, and its inhabitants are human - or at least, what is left of humanity. Without thought they move through their endless tasks with hollow eyes, trembling hands, and skin so pale it never felt the warmth of sunlight. Everything is cramped, suffocating, filled with wires and gears. Almost every "open space" seems as if it was never meant for people to live here, but there are exiting purely to work. The coal hole mines lie on the lowest levels, where everyone spends their workday for eighteen hours. They all believe this place, this machine, protects them from what lies beyond. Their purpose is clear: to feed the hunger of the tarnished beast they live inside and if they don''''t, the very walls of the place they call home will devour them alive.