The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a lone, industrial-strength fan is blasting air through a vast, empty warehouse filled with nothing but rusted steel shelves and empty pallets, like the entire space was cleared out in a hurry. Sunlight's pouring in through a giant, grimy skylight, illuminating the dusty air that's thick with the smell of rust and motor grease, and I can feel the air pressure is weirdly off in here. One of the metal shelving units somehow passes through the wall, as if it was installed before the wall was built, and there's an eerie, pulsating hum coming from it.