The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bloodied, rusted medical equipment litters a worn, concrete operating table, situated in the center of a massive, abandoned stadium. Uh, the air's thick with a heavy, metallic smell, like someone poured gasoline on a pile of scrap metal and lit it on fire, and the sky above is this sickly shade of yellow. Stadium lights flicker in sync with a scrolling livestream of a dark web, live-surgery channel projected onto the Jumbotron. Rotted, fleshy tendrils are snaking out from the operating table, slowly wrapping around the rusted medical gear like living, organic sutures.