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a gang of escher_ganger women huddled in a reeking corner of the underhive, clustered around a makeshift chem-still rig assembled from rusted trestle tables, clouded glass canisters, cracked tubing, and half-melted barrels glowing faint green from within. The space is thick with smoke and toxic steam, lit only by the eerie bioluminescence of unstable compounds sloshing inside the vats. The gangers wear punk style boiler suits hacked short at the arms, stitched with chain loops and hazard glyphs, layered with studded aprons and mesh veils. One is crouched on a barrel adjusting a valve with pliers, while another shakes a glowing syringe with trembling fingers. The air shimmers with heat haze and chemical haze, and on the far wall, gang tags writhe beneath the flicker of a malfunctioning lumen strip.