The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's blasting down on a huge, abandoned slaughterhouse, and the air's thick with the smell of blood and rot. Like, the humidity's super high, and you can practically taste the decay. Meat hooks are still swinging from the ceiling, while half-skinned animal carcasses are strewn about, somehow... somehow reassembling themselves into perfect, flesh-and-bone models of Soviet-era tanks. A low-pressure system must be moving in, 'cause the air feels charged and the shadows are getting longer, and the sound of buzzing flies fills the air.