The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty sunlight's streaming through a massive, grimy skylight in a huge, abandoned garage, casting an uneven glow over a sea of old car parts and discarded tools. The air's thick with the smell of grease and gasoline, and it's pretty still, feels like the whole place has been locked up tight for years. Like, a bunch of old engine blocks are somehow steadily reassembling themselves from piles of scrap metal, pistons and valves snapping into place with a loud clang as they form perfectly functional engines that then just... sit there, silent and still. Uh, the only sound is the creaking of old wooden beams.