The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight barely filters through the grimy skylight above, casting a faint glow on the blood-soaked machinery in a sprawling slaughterhouse... Like, the air's thick with the stench of rotting meat, ozone, and burnt oil, and it's pretty humid here, judging by the water condensing on the metal surfaces. Water gushes from the throat of a decapitated mechanical shark on the floor, somehow feeding a vine-entangled conveyor belt that's reassembling dismembered pig carcasses into perfect, unscathed animals as they slide into a vat of churning, pink liquid, which is literally boiling the nearby concrete walls.