The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's blasting through a series of holes in the rusted metal ceiling of an abandoned slaughterhouse, casting a jagged pattern of light and shadows on the blood-soaked concrete floor. The air's thick with the stench of rot and decaying flesh, and I can hear the hum of a lone /r/cryptocurrency-branded refrigerator in the corner, somehow still operational amidst the carnage. Water's slowly seeping into the room through a series of clogged drains, defying gravity as it trickles upwards into a network of twisted metal pipes suspended above the ground.