The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight pours through a grated metal ceiling, casting dappled patterns on a bunch of worn, concrete stadium seats in what looks like a massive, abandoned athletics facility. Like, the air is thick with dust and the smell of mildew, and a weirdly consistent, steady drizzle of water falls from a pipe above, somehow refilling an empty, cracked, concrete swimming pool that appears to be directly above a functioning subway tunnel - trains rumble by every minute or so, the sound muffled but unmistakable. It's humid and the air feels still, like a storm's about to break.