The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pounds against a massive, metal umbrella-like structure covering a section of a Tokyo-style street market, the scent of sizzling yakitori and steaming buns hanging heavy in the damp air. Water cascades off the edges, creating tiny waterfalls onto the cobblestone road below, where it somehow pools into perfectly rectangular puddles that don't ripple or distort despite the driving rain. Umm, a discarded newspaper clipping nearby appears to be rewriting its headlines and articles in real-time, like it's somehow updating itself with news from... somewhere. The stormy air is electric, and it feels like the pressure's dropping by the minute.