The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick layer of fog hangs low over a vast, forgotten parking lot, umm, must be hundreds of empty cars just... sitting here, like they've been abandoned in a rush. The air's damp, got this heavy, wet earth smell, but there's something else, too, kinda like incense, wafting from this massive stone statue of Anubis in the center of the lot, its eyes just staring straight up at the sky. A faint hum, almost imperceptible, is coming from the statue, and somehow, its stone paws are slowly, steadily, dripping oil onto the asphalt, like it's alive.