The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's seeping from the ceiling of a vast underground parking garage, the sound echoing off the concrete pillars as it collects in a massive, glassy lake that's somehow home to a pod of narwhals. Like, their tusks are reflected perfectly in the still water, which is so clear I can see old, abandoned cars and motorcycles submerged beneath the surface. The air's damp and chilly, filled with the smell of mildew and gasoline, and for some reason, a scrolling LED billboard mounted on the wall is displaying a constant stream of cryptic messages, including "GRAVE DETROIT HAIL".