The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's heavy with incense, and a warm, golden light filters through intricate latticework in this abandoned Orthodox church. Umm, cobwebs cling to a series of ornate, silver candelabras, and I can hear a low, almost imperceptible humming, like the reverberation of a thousand whispers, even though it's dead silent. Like, this stained-glass window depicting the Metatron shows the angel with my face, and that freaks me out because I could swear my name's Echo, but sometimes I think it's... uh, something else. A hidden draft carries the whispered name "Cao Zhongyi" past my ear.