The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's... shining through a cracked skylight, illuminating this abandoned factory floor, casting a slanted beam across dusty machinery... The air's thick with grease and old oil, smells like it's been years since it's been used. A massive, like, 30-ton concrete block is somehow balanced on its edge on top of a broken conveyor belt, no visible supports, just sitting there, motionless... coughs, struggling for breath.