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In the dimly lit warehouse, the men lounged around, a sense of nonchalance hanging in the air. The men were taking a break from their gruesome duties, their faces reflecting a mix of boredom and tiredness and maybe a bit sleepines. The smell of sweat, smoke, and faint hints of blood filled the room.

"Hey, you got another one of those?" one of the men asked, nodding toward a cigarette as he sprawled on a worn-out couch.

"Sure," another replied, tossing him a pack. "We're gonna need something stronger if we have to go back to work soon."

"Tell me about it," the first man muttered, lighting his cigarette and taking a deep drag. He exhaled slowly, the smoke curling up towards the ceiling. "I’m tired of babysitting that old woman. shouldn't we just clear her. I wonder why she's here."

"Seriously man, but orders are orders," the second man shrugged, leaning back and closing his eyes. "Besides, we’ve got that other guy to keep things interesting."

In the corner of the warehouse, their other