The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dingy, cramped meat freezer, covered in thick layers of frost and grime. The air's super dry, still, and tastes metallic... Uh, carcasses of what look like wild boars are just sort of... jammed in everywhere, their flesh cracked and oozing this thick, syrupy stuff that's definitely not blood. Like, in the center of the freezer, a beat-up old cash register is somehow spitting out perfectly cooked strips of bacon that are collecting on the floor in a huge pile.