The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a cramped, dingy storage attic stretches out, like, the air's really thick with dust and it's hard to breathe. A few grimy skylights are letting in a faint, diffuse light, casting an uneven glow over the stacks of old, weathered trunks and crates. It's really humid in here, with a strong smell of mildew, and for some reason, the cobwebs in the corners are steadily unweaving themselves, reforming into neat, symmetrical patterns. The sound is just the creaking of the wooden beams and the distant hum of a... probably an air conditioning unit or something.