The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-soaked surgical equipment lies scattered across a grimy, abandoned operating room, with snow drifting across the countertops despite the air feeling warm and humid. Umm, like, a gutted, mechanical heart lies motionless on the operating table, its interior machinery spilling out onto the ground in a tangle of rusting metal and torn hydraulics. Espresso machines are somehow integrated into ancient, medical equipment, their gentle hum the only sound as sunlight filters through the grimy windows. A WWII-era German Stuka dive bomber's somehow been jammed into the ceiling, its propeller twisted and mangled beyond recognition.