The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of dusty, old-school gym equipment is scattered around a cramped, windowless room, like, weights and medicine balls and stuff. It smells like stale sweat and there's this weird, heavy stillness to the air, like it's really hard to breathe. Umm, a bunch of empty bird cages are just chillin' on the floor, and somehow, despite the room being completely sealed off, a bunch of starlings are just flying around inside. The sound of dripping water echoes off the walls, and the air's thick with the smell of mildew.