The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering shelves stacked with dusty, old appliances stretch out like... a massive library in this huge, empty warehouse. The air's pretty stale, and I can smell this strong scent of mildew. Shafts of sunlight streaming in through grimy skylights illuminate old, ratty couches somehow stuck in the walls, like they were just swallowed by the brick and mortar. Outside, it sounds like it's pouring rain, the storm's drumming away against the metal roof, but inside, it's dead silent, except for the sound of running water coming from those couches, somehow.