The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pours down onto a sprawling, half-abandoned film studio, with old camera equipment scattered around. Like, the smell of wet pavement and ozone is strong in the air, and it's kinda muggy despite the downpour. Water somehow flows upwards through a broken hydrant, filling a large, inflatable kiddie pool that doesn't seem to spill a drop, as a faded, peeling banner reading "WEBFISH PRODUCTIONS" hangs precariously from a lighting rig. The sound of screeching tires and distant thunder fills the air, and I can see flashes of lightning illuminating the dark clouds above.