The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Black water's covering the surface of a massive, abandoned shopping mall, like, the kind from the '80s. Umm, the fluorescent lights above are all still on, but they're somehow casting these weird, geometric shadows that don't seem to match the layout of the stores. The air's stale and musty, but it's also got this... anticipatory charge, like the whole space is waiting for something to kick off. Palm trees, somehow still alive, are growing right out of the floor tiles, their trunks thick with cables and wires that seem to be feeding into the ATMs.