It doesn't really look like one of the demihuman experimentation rooms per se. But it still feels like some kind of lab or medical facility, with metal tables long enough for a human being to lay down on and machinery piled up against the walls. None of it has any lights on, all broken and rusted.

And laying on one of the tables was the same bandage-wrapped form with 004 stamped across the forehead that they'd both seen in their last visit to this part of the city, unmoving.

"Hmm?" is about the full extent of Sato's curious articulation, stepping carefully into the room under the flickering fluorescent lights.