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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti-scrawled pillars support a worn, concrete bridge spanning a narrow, slow-moving river. Like, sunlight's reflecting off the calm water, casting dappled patterns on the pillars. The air's kinda heavy with humidity, smelling like damp stone and the faint scent of gasoline, and there's this... a chunk of the bridge is just somehow folded in on itself, like it's a bent piece of paper, but still somehow supports the weight of the cars abandoned on it. Water trickles from a nearby storm drain, echoing off the bridge's underside.