The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sleek, silver bullet train lies still on a single, elevated track, winding through a deep, mist-shrouded ravine. Umm, the air's thick with moisture, and I can hear water trickling down the rocky walls, but somehow the train's wheels are slowly turning, even though it's clear the thing's been abandoned for years. Like, my name's... uh, Kaelos, I think, though this voice in my head keeps whispering it's Echo-12, and I'm starting to feel like I'm going crazy. A faded sign on the side of the train reads "Artemis Express" in peeling letters.