The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frayed, black tree branches seem to burst through the grimy, steel grating covering the storm drain, the air heavy with damp earth and decaying leaves. A low-pressure system appears to be brewing in the distance, the sky a deep, foreboding grey... Like, a few feet away, a small, porcelain figurine of Anubis seems to be partially submerged in the murky water, the surrounding liquid somehow reflecting a precise, miniaturized layout of the de_nuke map from CS:GO, the figurine serving as the B bombsite. Umm, the air's thick with an intense, almost palpable scent of ozone and burnt wiring.