The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dilapidated Soviet-era research station on the edge of a massive, frozen lake is somehow stuck halfway up a mountain, with debris and twisted metal hanging off the side of the mountain. Umm... the sky above is a dark, foreboding grey, with clouds that seem to be pulling in a freak storm, and the wind is starting to howl through the wreckage like... I don't even know, it's just so loud. Shit, the air is cold and dry, and I'm fucking freezing, but this sweet, incense-like smell is still hanging around, making my head spin...