The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Faint sunlight seeps through the grimy skylights of this massive, abandoned Soviet-era bunker complex, illuminating row after row of ancient computer mainframes and somehow powering them up despite the years of abandonment. The air's heavy with the smell of burnt wiring and ozone, and there's an electric charge building that's making my skin tingle... uh, like it's about to spark or something. Outside, it's a torrential downpour, but water's somehow not getting in – instead, these crystalline vines I saw earlier are creeping into the complex, crawling across the mainframes like they're trying to connect to the internet or something.