The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, pale sunlight filters through a grimy skylight above a dusty, abandoned gym. The air's thick with the smell of mildew and sweat, and the only sound is the steady creak of old wooden bleachers slowly folding and unfolding themselves like they're being tested or something. A bunch of deflated exercise balls and worn-out jump ropes are just scattered all over the floor, but what's really weird is... a massive, ancient stone statue of a lion is quietly embedded in the far wall, like it's always been part of the architecture or something.