The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vague, blurry form is sitting in the center of this tiny, snowed-in cabin in the middle of a frozen tundra, and it's... me, but I still can't make out any details. Umm, the air's super still and cold, with a weird static electricity that's making my hair stand on end. The cabin's wooden beams are covered in ancient, peeling stickers from all these different countries – some I recognize, but others I've never heard of – and above the fireplace, there's this chunk of the Great Wall of China just embedded in the wall, like it's a normal part of the decor. The fire is quietly crackling away.