The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, industrial meat grinder's jammed with what looks like a bunch of mangled, rusty bike frames in a cramped, blood-stained alleyway. Uh, the air reeks of rot and grease, and it's pretty humid... like I can see the moisture hanging in the air. A steady trickle of what looks like clean, clear water somehow drips from a crushed pipe above the grinder, despite being completely clogged with rust and trash. The sun beats down from directly overhead, casting twisted shadows down the alley.