The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering in through a grimy, barred window, illuminating a cramped and dirty jail cell, the air thick with the smell of rust and mildew... Like, the stone walls are covered in old graffiti and there's a toilet that's just continuously overflowing, but the water never seems to spread or pool anywhere, it just sort of... freezes in mid-air, a few inches off the ground. The air pressure's still dropping from the approaching storm, and I can hear the distant rumble of thunder outside.