The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring into a massive, steel fermentation tank from the side of a brewery's mash tun, like, there's some weird connection between them I don't get. Umm, BAN INU BOLD is scrawled across the stainless steel surface in huge, dripping letters that seem to be reacting to the mixture inside, causing the liquid to churn and foam violently. The air's charged with a faint electric hum and smells of burnt malt, with a bunch of dust motes dancing in the air... and a bright, crescent moon is somehow suspended about five feet above the brewery equipment, radiating a cold, pale light.