The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a ravaged slaughterhouse interior unfolds before me, warm sunlight streaming through grimy skylights above, illuminating steel counters slick with congealed blood and the remnants of what seems to be a mangled bovine carcass... The air reeks of rot and decay. A collection of ancient Kabbalistic symbols is neatly carved into the surface of a gore-encrusted butcher's block, somehow perfectly synchronized with the mechanical whirring of rusted meat grinders that seem to be reconstructing the exact layout of a Knights Templar cathedral.