The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a giant, partially dissected pig is somehow stitched to the ceiling of a dingy, abandoned butcher shop, its entrails hanging down like macabre chandeliers. Air's heavy with the stench of rot and old blood, with a weird stillness that makes everything feel... paused. Shattered remains of a hundred broken meat grinders are scattered across the countertops, like some sort of chaotic metal explosion. A giant, flicker-free LED display on the wall reads "CUT RATE: 75% OFF ALL PORK" in a clean, sans-serif font.