The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Late morning sunlight filters through grimy windows high above, casting a pale glow on a ravaged, abandoned meatpacking plant interior. Like, skinned animal carcasses are suspended from steel hooks, their entrails reassembling themselves into intricate patterns that perfectly replicate the Enochian tablets of Dr. John Dee. A gutted, colossal squid lies pinned to a gore-encrusted workbench, its eyes somehow embedded with ancient Greek alchemical symbols that seem to be melting into the flesh. The air's thick with the stench of rot and decay, and the distant hum of a malfunctioning meat grinder echoes off the walls.