The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thick, velvety moss is covering everything in a damp, abandoned Olympic-sized swimming pool, like... the air's super heavy with the scent of chlorine and decay. The sun's beating down through the broken skylight, casting this eerie, rippling light on the moss, and uh, the sound of running water's echoing off the walls even though the pool's totally still. A bunch of old, waterproof memes – like, Success Kid and Distracted Boyfriend – are somehow plastered on the sides of the pool, and the air's charged with this electric tension that's making my skin prickle.