The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, late morning sunlight casts an eerie glow on a blood-soaked, abandoned vivisection lab, the air thick with the stench of rot and decay. Like, a collection of rusted surgical tools and mechanical limbs lies scattered across a large, gore-stained workbench, surrounded by diagrams of alchemical symbols and quotes from the Kybalion. A disembowelled, massive squid carcass hangs from the ceiling, its entrails eerily reassembling themselves into a perfect replica of a 17th-century Kabbalistic Tree of Life. The air's heavy with an electric charge, making the hairs on everything stand on end.