Red brick exterior, tin dome.
Inside, by the window, there's an iron staircase, with grimy glass windows on the upper level.
Iron hooks and pulleys hang from the ceiling.
The hall is divided into several work areas, with workbenches and hoisting equipment, and the vehicle that just attacked John originally parked against this side of the wall.
The thick smoke from the gap in the wall cleared away.
A cyber lunatic emerged from the driver's seat, covered in tattoos and heavily modified—his head shaved and studded with rows of metal spikes, his entire face replaced by a sunken metal mask, and his glowing red prosthetic eyes still rotating.
This isn't the style of the Owl Town gang.
"Tsk, fuck you!"
He instantly expressed disdain towards John.
[Wow, the level of modification is incredible, damn it...how can someone survive transformed like this without becoming a cyber lunatic? Uh, John, do you know him?]
Sora queried in his mind.
