The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's coming down in sheets on a massive, abandoned tennis stadium, like, water's pooling on the worn-out courts and the smell of wet asphalt and mildew is thick in the air. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, with clouds that seem to be lit up by the glow of a bunch of massive, ancient-looking TVs that are just embedded in the upper tiers of the stadium seating, silently broadcasting what looks like an endless loop of vintage video game glitches. The air's charged with an electric buzz, and somehow the rain isn't shorting out the TVs.