The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog envelops the entirety of a massive, abandoned, Brutalist-style stadium, its crumbling concrete facade covered in decades-old ivy and moss. The air's heavy with dampness, and it's like the scent of mildew and decaying concrete's stuck in my throat. Water's dripping constantly from somewhere, echoing off the structure, and somehow the fog itself seems to be... seeping into the stadium's walls, like the concrete's porous or something. A weak, orange-brown sun's struggling to penetrate the fog, casting no discernible shadows anywhere.