The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a large, industrial fan's just blowing a ton of dust around an empty warehouse, the smell of worn wood and old concrete filling the air... The late afternoon sun's shining through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the floor. Like, a forklift's somehow parked halfway up a wall, just stuck there with its tires still spinning slowly, no visible supports or anything. The air's pretty thick with dust, and I can hear the steady rumble of the fan, Echo.