The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, overgrown parking lot stretches out before a dilapidated, brutalist-style aquarium, the air thick with the smell of saltwater and exhaust fumes... like, the stillness is broken only by the distant rumble of thunder, and the sound of gently lapping waves echoing from within the aquarium. The sky above is a foreboding, deep grey, with a sliver of what looks like the International Space Station lodged in the upper corner of the aquarium's facade. Water from the aquarium's cracked tanks is slowly seeping out, mixing with oil stains and spreading across the cracked asphalt.