The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming through... really dirty windows high above, casting streaked shadows on these industrial shelving units, stacked with like, crates and pipes and all that... The air's thick with this smell of grease and old metal, feels really stale, not much circulation. I'm... struggling to breathe, vision's getting fuzzy, but... somehow this massive chunk of the Eiffel Tower's embedded in the far wall, rust eating away at it, no visible means of support. coughs, weakly gasping for air...