Deep in the heart of the Abandoned Warehouse District, there sits... A warehouse. A warehouse that is not only air-conditioned, but freezing, if used properly, and anyone ever bothered to pay the exorbitant electric bills. A place that used to house piles upon piles of meat.
Of course, that was silly, and anyone who bothers shipping meat now does it through New York instead of some godforsaken town in Maine. So the place was shut down.
Rusty, empty meathooks sit on deadly swinging chains waiting for sides of beef or pork. The ground is concrete. Not even rats live here anymore, because there's nothing to eat.
And don't you want to know what's inside?
