A loud popping noise resounds across a newly refurbished factory. No more rust, no more industrial feeling. Now the fridge was in the staff room where it belonged, and the pods are isolated in their own separate quarter, a more reinforced quarter mind you. The door leading outside was now a futuristic sliding door, complete with keypad! The customary piece of paper is absent, but instead a message scrolls across the keypad. '1 knock for subject///2 knock for < REDACTED >. Whatever the case, it's in the same location, same posters, same charmingly mysterious owner.
"Ah, 'sbeen too long since I had some good old fashioned cola!"
Evolt sits at a folding table with a bowl filled with noodles, an electric kettle, and a can of cola. What a feast. He peels the lid of the noodle container, and claps his hands together. He bows his head in reverence to something.
"Thank you for the food!"
After doing so, he breaks a pair of chopsticks apart, and begins to slowly eat the noodles, waiting for someone to come knocking, like usual.