The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: It's raining pretty heavily in this abandoned parking garage. Water's pooling on the concrete, reflecting the dull colors of old shopping carts and broken appliances scattered everywhere. A massive, impossible knot made of what looks like hundreds of discarded bike frames is somehow wedged into a corner of the garage, like, it's been there forever. The air's thick with the smell of mildew and stale air, and the sound of dripping water echoes off the low ceiling.