The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a decrepit slaughterhouse sits at the edge of a stagnant lake, waterlogged and half-submerged, as if it was swallowed up by the murky depths. Animal carcasses are scattered everywhere, entrails spilling out into the fetid water, and the air reeks of rot and death. The sky above seems to be reflecting the carnage below, with bloody streaks smeared across the clouds like someone took a butcher's knife to the heavens themselves. A disembodied, still-beating heart somehow remains suspended within a rusting meat grinder, its rhythmic thud echoing through the stillness.