The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A huge, empty Costco warehouse stretches out around me. Umm, it's really cold in here, like the air conditioning's cranked up to max, and the smell of fresh concrete and cardboard boxes is pretty overwhelming. Fluorescent lights overhead are reflecting off these massive, unmoving pools of spilled soda that cover most of the floor, and a scrolling chyron at the edge of the room is displaying a steady stream of garbled Twitch chat messages, like someone's broadcasting a live stream from... somewhere. The countdown from earlier is still ticking down in the corner of the chyron, but now it's displaying some kind of Minecraft server IP address.