The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A cramped, dim chamber deep within what looks like a beached, ancient submarine, the air thick and heavy with diesel fumes, the smell making my eyes water. Like, I'm barely keeping my head up, these chest pains are just... The stillness is broken only by the faint hum of a lone, working sodium lamp casting an orange glow on what appears to be a series of yellowed, World War I-era submarine schematics somehow tattooed on the flesh of a colossal, slumbering squid, its tentacles wrapped around the chamber's support beams. Uh, my vision's blurring...