The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered glass shards are scattered across the abandoned train tracks like... uh, everywhere. The smell of coal and damp earth is heavy in the air as sunlight filters through a layer of grime coating the broken windows of the train cars, casting a faint, diffused light on everything. Water's dripping from somewhere above, echoing off the metal, but the sound of the droplets seems to be warping, like it's being reversed mid-air, sucking back up into the train car ceiling. The words "Arkeia Line" are stenciled in rusty letters on the side of one car.