The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, towering piles of shredded documents are filling the floor of a giant, empty parking garage, Echo... the smell's like fresh paper and ink in here. Sunlight's streaming in through the open levels above, creating this weird pattern of light and shadow on the walls. A single, working ATM machine is somehow embedded into a concrete pillar, and my phone's somehow getting a full signal despite being, like, underground, and the air's got this faint electric charge to it.