The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dull, yellow lighting illuminates a worn-down basketball court with overgrown grass sprouting from cracks in the ground... like, somehow, vines and moss have formed a neat, symmetrical pattern around the center circle. The air is heavy and damp, and it smells like mildew and old leather. Outside, the muffled sounds of continuous thunder echo through the still air, but the sky above is a pale blue with no clouds at all.