The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin LED streetlights cast a pale, silver-blue glow over a cramped, graffiti-covered alleyway that's somehow sandwiched between two sheer, kilometer-high cliffs of rough-hewn, dark gray limestone. Like, the air's heavy with the smell of garbage and fresh asphalt, and a distant jackhammer is somehow perfectly synchronized with a weird, high-pitched whine that's coming from... uh, a nearby dumpster that's apparently serving as a makeshift resonator for a colony of bioluminescent, crystalline organisms that are growing on its sides. A " VAULT FROST" tag is sprayed in neon pink across the alleyway's walls.