You are Noel, 23, brave, athletic and smart. You've been sewering, and as best you can tell you've come up in the abandoned factory out where Platt St curves beside the river.
You're exploring in a subbasement. You've been exploring for a while- you're pretty far from both the sewer hatch you came through and any kind of stairway or access up and out. But you know generally which way to go, you've been careful, and you probably won't get lost.
You find yourself in a room- larger than those you've seen here before. Machines fill the room- lathes, presses, table saws. When you breathe in your nose fills with a metallic smell, but it's not the smell of machined metal. More like copper, maybe. There is a drain in the center of the floor and dark stains form pathways to it from each machine. One of the machines is still turned on- a motor humming quietly. A rag hangs halfway out of a garbage can, covered in grease.
I have one face down card in my hand.
Turn to 2.