The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight pours into a blood-soaked, abandoned aquarium, like, casting an eerie glow on rows of shattered glass tanks. The air's thick with the stench of rot and decay, and it's heavy with an electric charge that makes the hairs on everything stand on end. Water from a nearby tank flows steadily into a perfect replica of the 16th-century Cabalistic diagram, the Otz Chiim, somehow etched into the floor, its intricate channels pulsating with a life of their own. Uh, the sound of groaning metal and the faint hum of... something... echoes off the walls.