The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's filtering through the grimy windows of a totally ordinary suburban home's living room, but like, the whole room's been flooded with what looks like engine oil. A bunch of hermit crabs are casually watching a TV mounted on the wall, showing a livestream of the Backrooms, while others are snacking on potato chips and browsing through copies of Motor Trend magazine scattered around the coffee table. The air's thick with the smell of oil and stale air, and the room's totally silent, except for the hum of the TV. The TV's somehow running off a Nintendo Switch console.