The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark server racks cast long shadows in the dimly lit space. Umm, the smell of burned circuit boards and ozone fills the air, accompanied by the distant hum of machinery and the eerie echoes of gunfire from what sounds like a never-ending CS:GO match. Like the aftermath of a battle, spent cartridge shells scatter the cold, grey concrete beneath a flickering call-out screen from Dust II. Water from an unseen source trickles down a server tower, somehow cooling the machine without shorting it out.