The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-soaked scalpel blades cover a grimy, steel autopsy table, like, in the center of a damp cave system. Water's dripping from the jagged rock ceiling, creating a slow, echoing rhythm as the air's heavy with the stench of rot and decay. A weird, impossible anatomy diagram, somehow etched into the stone walls, is showing the detailed layout of a crustacean's circulatory system, but all its arteries seem to be feeding into an octopus's beak, and that's actually beating with a slow pulse... Uh, a massive, unseen current is causing the cave's entrance to groan and creak ominously.