The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty medical equipment and bloody hospital furniture are scattered everywhere, like, half-buried in a thick layer of rotting, maggot-infested meat, in the middle of this abandoned, flooded abbatoir. The air's heavy with the stench of decay, and the walls seem to be slowly shifting and reforming, like they're made of some kind of liquid. Umm, the sound of screaming pigs fills the air, even though there are no animals in sight, and the sky above is a sickly shade of green. Blood is flowing upwards from the floor, somehow collecting into a giant, levitating chalice.