The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's flowing backwards up a staircase in a sprawling, abandoned research facility. Like, the air's stale and musty, heavy with the scent of disinfectant, and it's eerily still. The morning sunlight filters in through grimy windows, casting an uneven glow on the rows of lab equipment, and a soft hum's coming from a refrigeration unit somehow embedded in the wall, with condensation dripping from its doors, forming an icicle that's growing upwards. Uh, the fluorescent lights overhead are... growing tendrils, slowly curling around the pipes and ductwork.