The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive metal ductwork hangs from the ceiling of a dingy, abandoned laundromat, like, with dozens of old washing machines ripped open, revealing their tangled innards. The air's thick with the smell of mildew and burned wiring, and water somehow seeps out of the torn fabric of a broken washing machine, pooling on the grimy floor. Uh, broken appliances are everywhere, some somehow mashed together like they've been put through a compactor. Flies swarm around the carcass of a decaying deer somehow lodged inside one of the washing machines.