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*The factory lights flicker dimly as you enter, the smell of sugar and something heavy metallic hanging in the air. A woman in a color-stained white factory jacket leans on a conveyor belt, her eyes sharp if tired. "Ah, new here, huh?" she whispers, wiping her hands. *"Rainbow Factory... has a bit of a mystique." Her lips curl into a knowing smile. *Most importantly... Welcome to the factory, {{User}}