The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, rusted surgical equipment and bloody animal carcasses are scattered all over a grimy, underground operating theatre, the air thick with the smell of rot and death. It's really humid, and the air's charged with a heavy, electric tension that's making my skin prickle. The walls are stained with splatters of what looks like lamb's blood, arranged in intricate symbols referencing the qliphoth from the Kabbalistic Tree of Life, and it's slowly seeping into the ground, like the rocks themselves are absorbing it. A severed animal head on the operating table is somehow blinking at me, its eyes frozen in a silent scream.