When William followed Ulysses out of the storeroom, the latter reached out a hand to the wall.
A kind of skin-like pulsation rapidly spread out, making all the scattered items on the floor return to their original places.
William didn't rush to ask about the identity of the Skin Slave. The previous conversation had also shown that the other party seemed somewhat repulsed by the identity of a Skin Slave, which was understandable given the situation of the Skin Factory.
Ulysses was likely from the 'Pure Faction' of the Skin Factory, who had left due to the Blood Plague and broke off all contact with it, naturally unwilling to admit his identity as a Skin Slave.
Outside the storeroom door was a winding, narrow wooden corridor. Although it was illuminated by electric lights, it still gave a very oppressive feeling.
"So, does this all belong to the Magic Area?"
