The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming in through a small, grimy skylight in a massive, underground parking garage. The air's stale and musty, smells kinda like gasoline and exhaust fumes, but it's really quiet down here, no sounds of cars moving or anything. Like, the parking spots are all filled with vintage cars, but what's weird is that all the license plates are somehow switching between different states and countries, like, every few seconds, without anyone touching them. Water's slowly dripping from a broken pipe somewhere, echoing off the concrete pillars.