The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A partially disassembled, industrial-grade meat slicer lies on a rusted, metal workbench, surrounded by discarded pig skulls, some with tiny, antique clockwork mechanisms still whirring away in their empty eye sockets. Uh, air's heavy with the stench of rot, the humidity's intense, and the smell of gasoline hangs over everything, like... an old generator's just been fired up outside. Meanwhile, on the wall above, an old, stained-glass window depicts an eerie scene from Revelation - it's like, seven angels, trumpets, and the Whore of Babylon, except all the faces have been replaced with anatomically correct, bovine eyeballs.