The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dim fluorescent lights hang from the ceiling, illuminating a cramped server room filled with dusty, ancient computer equipment and tangles of colored cables. The air is stale and musty, like an old basement that hasn't seen sunlight in years, and a low, steady hum emanates from the machinery, punctuated by the occasional, umm, "beep" from a computer screen. A faint scent of ozone and burned wire hangs in the air. One of the screens flickers with the layout of CS:GO's de_cbble, but the wires and circuit boards spill out of the monitors, growing like organic, metal vines.