The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, half-eaten animal carcasses are strewn across the floor of a vast, abandoned slaughterhouse, with chains and hooks still dangling from the ceiling. The air's thick with the stench of rot and blood, and it's super humid, with a faint drizzle of rain coming from somewhere above. A massive, ancient-looking door with rusted hinges is slowly swinging back and forth, despite the complete stillness of the air... A group of wolves, their fur stained with blood, are quietly, meticulously scrubbing the floor clean with old-fashioned mops and buckets.