The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, twisted and rusted machinery litters a desolate, abandoned slaughterhouse, like it's been decades since it last saw use. The air's heavy with the stench of rot and death, the walls smeared with ancient bloodstains, while in the center of the room, what appears to be a gutted and disembowelled, mechanical bull is suspended from a rusted meat hook, its innards splayed out across the concrete floor. Amidst the carnage, a lone and somehow still functioning, bronze clockwork continues to methodically dissect and reassemble what looks like the skeleton of a massive alligator. The clockwork's movements are eerily quiet in the otherwise total stillness of the room.