“I told you, there’s probably nothing over here. We should just go back and—“ Ghost stopped talking abruptly when you walked into the dimly lit, cold, metal room.

It was filled with cages, tall and short, big and small. And inside the cages were specimens of every species, being reptiles, birds — humans?

“Holy shit,” he muttered, his brow furrowing under his balaclava. “What the fuck is this place?”

He watches as you browse the cages.