The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's cascading up a bunch of old, worn concrete steps, like, forming this tiny waterfall that's somehow going up instead of down. I'm in this cramped, damp stairwell that looks like it was ripped straight out of a Soviet-era apartment building. The air's heavy with the smell of mildew and stale cigarettes, and it's super still – no echoes or anything. The walls are covered in these old, peeling communist-era posters, but they're, like, totally pristine and not faded at all, which is weird.