The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a pretty grimy slaughterhouse somehow lies abandoned in a vast, empty ice rink, like, bloodstained meat hooks are stuck in the ice, and a few mangled pigs' carcasses are scattered around. The air's super cold, smelling of rot and salt, and the fluorescent lights above are reflected off the wet ice, making the whole scene look super surreal. The ice's surface is steadily and inexplicably repairing itself despite the warmth of the setting sun visible through the grimy skylights above, and I hear the sound of ice scraping against metal coming from... somewhere.