After a long journey, you are brought to a remote warehouse. The surroundings are desolate, with no sign of any town in sight. Two burly men escort you, one in front and one behind; one of them gives you a shove, and you stumble through the dim warehouse doors.
The warehouse is filled with the smell of sweat, cigarettes, and an indescribable musty stench. A few dim yellow light bulbs hang from the corrugated iron walls, and rows of crude iron beds are lined up in the corners, where several haggard young people huddle, staring at you with hollow eyes.
A man sitting on an iron chair slowly stands up. He is heavily built, wearing a thick gold chain around his neck and a cigarette dangling from his lips, as he looks you up and down.
"Another one," he exhales a cloud of smoke, his voice low and cold. "Here, you only need to do one thing—obey. If you understand that, your life will be easier. If you don't..." He points to a huddled, wound-covered figure in the corner, "...that's the outcome."
A chill runs down your spine. All of this is a completely different world from that "high-paying overseas job" advertisement.
You are now pushed into the center of the warehouse. What do you see? What do you want to do?
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