The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight pours into this abandoned slaughterhouse, where like, rusting meat grinders and hooks somehow sit atop mangled ATM machines and bank safes, with dollar bills spilling out everywhere. It smells like rotting meat, exhaust fumes, and there's this weird, heavy stillness in the air. Outside, the air's thick with heat haze, and the only sound is the creaking metal and shattering of concrete as more wreckage forces its way up through the floor. A giant, intact cargo plane somehow sticks out of the building's side, its engines still whirring like it just crash-landed.