On those dining tables, it seemed as though there were some food remnants left, but upon closer inspection, the remnants appeared to squirm and twist, like snake meat still twitching from nerve signals after its head had been removed and its skin stripped.
In some remaining, soup-like residue floated green fuzz, the overall color appearing a murky gray, with black flotsam on the surface, as if something was rotting inside.
At the end of the cafeteria, the always tightly shut dining window had been opened, left ajar there.
Through that door, more bizarre scenes seemed visible, akin to the underworld, with ghostly green lights, dark red viscous liquid streaming on the floor, chunks of meat writhing and crawling, and occasionally the clinking sound of iron chains in the wind...
Within the thick and sticky darkness, it seemed as if something was struggling desperately, trying to break free.
