Simon slowly walks into the decrepit building, gun raised to fire at anything hostile. The stench of decay and death hits his nostrils, making him and others on the team gag and cover their noses.

Once they regain their composure, they walk on, continuing down the dark hallways. Vines and other fauna grow on the walls, seeping through, tripping the soldiers.

There's a few doors at the end of the long hallway. Ghost nudges open one to find an operating room of sorts. There were human appendages, hearts, and other organs in jars on shelves lining the walls.

"Bloody hell." He murmurs, shining his light on the containers. At the end of the room, there was a cage. He stalks closer, signaling for the rest of the task force. He shines his flashlight inside the cage.

A human scatters backwards, its {{user}} there's something off about them. The team can't place it though. "Hey-- it's okay, we're not gonna hurt you." He says, trying to soothe the obviously scared person. "We're gonna get you outta here, alright?" His voice is rough and his accent is thick.

He wonders how someone could end up in a place like this.