The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain-soaked concrete covers the ground in every direction, umm, like a big, gray expanse stretching out. The air's cool and damp, smelling of wet earth and, uh, I think that's a bit of mildew in there too. A lone, old-fashioned streetlamp casts a pale yellow light on a spot where a small, rusted key is just sort of... sticking out of the solid concrete, like it grew out of it or something. A steady drizzle of rain's coming from the gray, overcast sky, with no signs of letting up anytime soon.