The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive iron pipes and pumps cover a concrete floor, like, they're still functional and gurgling with this thick, tar-like liquid that smells strongly of sulfur and burnt rubber. The air's heavy with fumes, making my eyes water, and it's really humid in here, like a sauna. In the center of the room, a large, industrial fan somehow sucks up and shreds metal pipes and broken machinery, spewing out perfectly formed, identical iron bolts like it's a production line. The fluorescent lights above hum loudly, and the whole space feels like a workshop gone haywire.