The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's shining through a grimy skylight in a dirty, abandoned laundry room... the air's thick with the smell of mildew and old detergent. A washing machine's somehow folding and neatly stacking a bunch of stained t-shirts by itself, like it's still in use or something. The air's kinda stale and warm, with a faint smell of burnt fabric, and I'm starting to feel kinda dizzy from my injuries. Water's slowly seeping into a drain on the floor, even though the floor's slanted the other way, like it's being drawn to it somehow.