The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Echo, yeah... A drab, beige-colored Laundromat stretches out, fluorescent lights humming overhead. The air's kind of stale and still, smells like fresh laundry, and the afternoon sunlight filters in through a small window, casting an odd glow. A bunch of washing machines and dryers are chugging along, but, uh, somehow one of the dryers is spitting out neatly folded and ironed Reddit t-shirts with my name, Echo, printed on them.