The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, rose-tinted sunlight seeps through the grimy skylights of an abandoned, Art Deco-style indoor pool, the water long since drained and the ceramic tiles cracked. Like, the air's thick with the smell of mildew and stale chlorine, and the silence is broken by the gentle hum of... uh, something coming from the far end of the pool. The empty diving boards seem to be swaying in a non-existent breeze, while the sky visible through the skylights is a swirling mosaic of newspaper clippings from the 1920s. The waterless pool floor appears to be covered in a thin layer of frost.