The machinery had slowly ground to a halt as Reimu had stopped to catch her breath.  But there was no way of telling if any of the demons in the other parts of the factory had heard the ruckus.  Reimu remembered a warning that the factory's ruins were dangerous, but it wasn't clear if they were going to get any more dangerous.  After all a few days ago a pack of imps like the one she had found would have been quite the challenge, and would have ended with her completely at their mercy.  But now a few small scratches and some arousal were all that she had to show for the encounter.  The firm, thick, hard shaft of her spear in her hand made her feel good.  It was good to have a reliable weapon.  She wouldn't have done anywhere near as well with a little knife, that was for sure.<br/><br/>But the thought made her miss her sword all the more, and reminded her why she was here in the first place.  Looking around, it seemed there were three choices for moving forwards.  She could move to the front part of the factory, which she thought would be even bigger from her view of the outside.  She could go through a small door to the east, or there were always the stairs up to the overseer's offices.