The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A huge, grimy, and worn-out slaughterhouse stretches out, the air thick with the stench of rotting meat and death, it smells... like blood has just been spilled all over the place. Umm, hundreds of massive, industrial meat grinders seem to still be operating, steadily spewing out minced flesh and bones, somehow running on their own despite looking like they've been idle for decades. Maggots cover every inch of the machinery, as if they're somehow powering it, and a bright, pale sun beats through grimy skylights above, like it's maybe late afternoon.