The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-encrusted, Byzantine frescoes cover the ceiling of this damp, subterranean chapel, lit by candles made of what appears to be human fat. Umm, a heavy, metallic scent hangs in the air, which is stale and musty, like the chapel's been sealed for centuries. A mangled, iron statue of some unrecognizable creature seems to be... breathing, its twisted, mechanical chest slowly rising and falling as if it's alive, and a constant, almost imperceptible humming noise is emanating from its 'mouth'. The air's thick with the stench of rot and decay.