The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight filters in through the skylights of this massive, empty parking garage. The air's pretty still and smells like stale concrete, and I can hear the distant sound of cars driving by outside. A bunch of old, empty shipping containers are stacked up everywhere, and like, there's this intact, half-buried section of the Berlin Wall somehow just existing in the middle of the garage. It's surrounded by a bunch of old, yellowed parking tickets that are slowly blowing around in the faint breeze.