The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight casts an orange glow through a grimy skylight, illuminating the interior of a massive, abandoned foundry... the air is thick with the smell of rust and grease, and it's hot as hell in here, like someone's still running the furnaces even though everything's covered in dust and cobwebs. Water trickles from a cracked pipe, feeding a miniature lake that's somehow formed inside a giant, hollowed-out steel furnace, where a family of deer is casually wading, completely unafraid. Like, the sound of screeching metal echoes off the walls, making it hard to think straight.