The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's pouring through a bank of grimy windows in a long-abandoned high school gym, casting a pale glow over the old hardwood floor and empty bleachers. Like, the air's thick with the smell of stale sweat and mildew, and you can hear the distant hum of a ventilation system still running. The basketball hoops are somehow perfectly polished, reflecting the windows like a mirror, despite the rest of the gym being coated in a layer of dust and grime. Water's steadily dripping from the ceiling onto the center of the floor, but somehow the floor stays completely dry.