You land inside a factory. There's a familiar scent in the air, but
there's something wrong with it. It's a dead scent. You amble about and
spot a conveyor belt loaded with women's purses. You balk.
The purses are made of crocodile skin. That's the smell.
This factory specializes in making leather goods out of crocodile hides.
You are an anthro-crocodile, and you have a bad feeling about this
place. You try to find the exit.