You are inside Chilcot Cinema, a recent drama film playing on its main screen. The building has been completely ransacked, and has fallen into ruin. The ceiling above you has collapsed, and a carpet of a thousand weeds reach towards the sky. Splashes and prints of blood have dried on the walls. The doors to the street have been secured.

A portable generator has been set up here. It is running. The lobby has been decorated with a conceptual sculpture, a blown-glass sculpture, a carved pumpkin, an abstract painting and a African painting.

Somebody has spraypainted @%s#% @h% #*r* onto a wall. The graffiti has been obscured by smears of gore.