a real mad scientist's workshop. chemicals of bizarre colors rush and fizz through mazes of glass pipes and beakers, in some places boiling and steaming, in others frosting or freezing. circuits and test tubes flash and glow as sparks and filamentary arcs crackle with electric incandescence. insane instruments and devices, interconnected with complex wires, perform strange and villainous functions. it's the most modern setting we've yet seen -- but at the same time all this futuristic technology seems somehow archaic, as if put together from old, familiar materials and elements, both eccentric and eclectic.
ekman stumbles to his feet, watching in horror as the prisoners of the castle strap murnau to his own operating table.
murnau can't be seen, only the deranged men huddled closely around the operating table.
totally wrecked -- and jutting out of the broken walls are burst pipes -- spurting red, blue, and black ink everywhere.
the burst ink pipes drip empty. the sound of maniacal laughter abruptly stops. the ink has filled the lab halfway to the ceiling. it's covered everything and every .  body. a last bubble pops, leaving a lake of ink with a surface smooth as glass.