The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Late afternoon sunlight filters through the small windows of a moderately-sized storage unit, filled with dusty old appliances and stacked boxes. Like, the air's stale and smells strongly of cardboard as the fluorescent lights above hum steadily, casting an eerie glow on the crowded space. A worn-out eBay price tracker display is stuck on the side of an old refrigerator, showing updates for bulk orders of coffee machines, and somehow the scattered dust on the floor is arranging itself into a perfect replica of the Bitcoin logo. The unit's door is slightly ajar, and outside, I can hear the gentle patter of rain against the metal roof of the storage complex.