The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, afternoon sunlight filters through the small windows of a cluttered general store. Like, the air's thick with the smell of dried goods and flour as wooden barrels just keep getting replenished with perfectly packaged bundles of dry pasta, rice, and sugar. The stillness is interrupted by the rhythmic creaking of old wooden shelves, and somehow a small, old-fashioned cash register is ringing up sales with nobody around, just clinking out perfect change and receipts onto a small tray. Uh, the air's pretty stale with a hint of mild humidity and the smell of coffee beans.