The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pounds against the grimy skylights of a massive, abandoned slaughterhouse, casting an eerie, grey glow over the decaying carcasses of hundreds of pigs. Umm, the air is heavy with the stench of rot and death, and old meat hooks hang still, covered in rust and cobwebs. A colossal, fully intact locomotive somehow lies lodged in the slaughterhouse's main production area, its wheels tangled in pig bones and gore. The smell of disinfectant is overpowering, and a bunch of rats scurry around the locomotive's wheels, like they're trying to get it moving again.