The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Musty air clings to a sprawling, turn-of-the-century conservatory. Umm, CS:GO's Vertigo layout seems to be mapped out by a dense, overgrown latticework of vines and wisteria. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying plant life, while sunlight struggles to penetrate the grimy glass panes above, casting dappled shadows on the cracked flagstone floor. Like, a nearby, antique music box somehow continues to play a haunting, perpetual melody on a solitary, rusted harp string.