The nights of Old Dunling are always like this, countless factories towering over this land, with thick smoke rising from their chimneys, turning into gray-black silhouettes in the hazy light. The steel whale wanders in this gray-black ocean as usual, occasionally shifting its gaze to the ground, followed by a splash of light.
Joey leaned against the window, it was already deep into the night, the world outside was silent, with only the faint clamor of machines coming from afar, where the furnaces never extinguish and the machinery never stops operating.
Perhaps the day's work was a bit too exhausting, Joey looked extremely fatigued, and from the room behind came the ticking sound, with a large Geiger Counter standing inside, working day and night in this outpost.
The others were already off work, and the room was empty. Joey rubbed his eyes, relieved that he wasn't on duty tonight, planning to go to bed early. Just then, someone pushed open the door, and Red Falcon came in.
