Storage Bank

A utilitarian chamber, sparsely lit and lined with shelves holding undefined containers and equipment. The air carries the scent of aged metal and stale coolant, with the distant hum of malfunctioning systems audible in the background. Surfaces gleam dully under flickering overhead lamps, casting long shadows that stretch across the cold floor. The space is functional in design, a narrow corridor of steel and storage racks where Poul was abandoned—his presence now a broken thing among silent machinery. Distant alarms punctuate the quiet, hinting at the spreading chaos beyond its walls.