A cool breeze greets you as you enter a beautifully cultivated garden marred with crimson pools and the stench of blood. 


There is a little hedge maze off to one side, little topiary animals, ferns, a small vegetable garden. 

And there are blood stains on the ground with gardening equipment buried deep into the earth and no sign of the bodies that must have bled out underneath them. Shovels.  Pickaxes. Hoes. Pitchforks. Axes. There's even one little section where a tomato cage had apparently been used to murder someone and you don't want to THINK about how long it must have taken to do it.

In the center of it all is a serene fountain, with an angel pouring out an endless stream of blood from a little jar. In her hand is a glossy red apple.  

There's a plaque in front of her, reading "Generously donated by SciLabs, in memory of the Panini Press Incident."  

Huh.  You thought it had been a hot dog roller...