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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The scent of old leather and sweat fills the air in a cramped, abandoned boxing gym. Sunbeams stream in from grimy windows, casting long shadows on worn-out mats. I'm suffocating, like, my lungs are screaming for air... umm, rusty dumbbells lie next to dusty championship belts, the stillness broken only by the sound of creaking wooden beams. Water condenses and trickles down the gym's foggy mirrors as a lone, flickerless fluorescent light reflects an image of the endless obsidian staircase from... somewhere else.