The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pounds the rusted metal roof of a large, abandoned factory. Like, it's pouring down, but somehow not a drop's falling through the massive, open windows. Water's instead streaming in through the walls, literally flowing out of old photographs plastered on the crumbling brick, as if they're somehow drawing it from an invisible source. Outside, the air's charged with electricity, and thunder rumbles in the distance, but inside, it's weirdly quiet – only the sound of water echoing through the stillness.