The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Bloody, rusted surgical tools are just scattered all over a decrepit, abandoned operating theater, the air thick with the stench of rot and decay. Water somehow pours downwards from the ceiling, reforming into perfectly symmetrical, crystalline structures that seem to be some kind of... calcified organs, like they're being pulled down by an invisible force or something. Outside, the sunlight's completely obscured by a heavy, foreboding storm that seems to be drawing the air out of the room, leaving it feeling vacuous and still. The silence is deafening, broken only by the sound of water splashing against the rusty equipment.