The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A big, grimy kitchen exhaust fan is spinning lazily on the ceiling of a dingy, commercial-sized kitchen. Like, the air's really thick with the smell of stale grease and burned food, and the fluorescent lights above the prep stations are casting this weird, harsh glow on everything. Pots of what looks like yesterday's soup are somehow still simmering away on the stoves, despite the fact that the kitchen's clearly been abandoned for years – like, there's a thick layer of dust coating everything. Outside, the sound of morning rush-hour traffic is echoing through the vents.