The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A hulking, stone statue of the Kabbalistic demon Asmodeus stands upright, umm, covered in what looks like years of candle wax and half-burned ritual offerings, its eyes glowing faintly in the dim light of an overcast sky. The air is heavy with the stench of rot and something like... gasoline, and the ground beneath my feet is slick with what looks like motor oil. In the distance, I hear the sound of low-flying aircraft, despite the fact that the sky above is an opaque, featureless grey, and no aircraft are actually visible. Uh, it's roughly mid-day, judging by the faint shadow of Asmodeus on the ground.