The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through the grimy windows of a rundown veterinary clinic, illuminating this chaotic mess of bloody operating tables, rusted surgical equipment, and cages containing these bizarre, cybernetic hybrids of insects and small mammals. The air's thick with the stench of disinfectant and decay, and there's this constant, ear-piercing whine coming from a nearby medical device, like... it's being fed a bad 3D printing model or something. Outside, it's somehow snowing and sunny at the same time, with the snowflakes falling upwards, gathering in a weird, inverted drift on the clinic's roof.