As the dark, beating heart of the City of Remnants is a mess of a structure, all black onyx stone and jagged, twisting glass. Hanging throughout the horrid lair is a jumbled nest of chains, fencewire, and alien cables. One of the entities floats in the center of the chamber: a ball of twisted, distorted space with two tendrils of shimmering plasmic light. The tendrils reach down to a humanoid figure in tattered cloth, touching its unconscious mind and pumping something out of it. You step closer and realize with horror that you recognize the covered figure upon the altar - or, at least, you recognize its stark red gloves.