The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti-scrawled cargo containers are stacked haphazardly in a massive, dusty storage yard. The air's thick with the smell of rust and exhaust fumes, and it's blisteringly hot, like, the metal's radiating heat in the midday sun. Umm, a bunch of mangy stray cats are prowling the perimeter, completely unbothered by the fact that a half-disassembled locomotive's somehow still chugging along the tracks, spewing out diesel smoke, despite having no engine or wheels. A weird, ear-piercing screech is echoing across the yard, making the cats' ears perk up.