The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a half-submerged, WW2-era submarine somehow rises out of a serene, icy lake, surrounded by towering, snow-covered pine trees that stretch up towards the clear, blue sky. The air's crisp and cold, with a hint of diesel fuel, and the only sound is the gentle lapping of water against the sub's hull. Like, a giant, frozen, crystal-encrusted squid somehow has its massive tentacles wrapped around the sub, as if it's been there for years, and a steady trickle of water flows from its... shattered, glassy eyeballs. The sun's high in the sky, casting long shadows across the lake's frozen surface.