The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Catacombs beneath a decaying, Baroque church - crypts adorned with ossified relics seem to be embedded within the rough, limestone walls, as if the very rock had grown around the tombs. Uh, the air is heavy with damp, and a faint, floral scent - lily, or something - mingles with the smell of aged stone. Ahead, what looks like an old, CRT monitor somehow lodges in a centuries-old altar, the flickering screen illuminating frescoes depicting saints being consumed by shadowy, serpentine creatures, while the moon's ghostly glow pours from a shattered, stained-glass dome, like it's become part of the chapel itself.