The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, industrial-style freezer stretches out, the air thick with cold mist and the smell of frozen meat. Like, huge chunks of beef just hang from hooks, swaying gently, even though there's no visible breeze. The freezer's humming away, the fluorescent lights overhead casting an even, if kinda bleak, illumination, but somehow, tiny daisies are blooming on the icy floor, their petals a bright yellow in the cold light. The air's crisp and the only sound is the steady hum of the freezer and a faint creaking, like old wooden shelves shifting.