The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, bunch of dusty filing cabinets just chillin' in a cramped, windowless room, like... The air's got this stale, musty smell, and it's cool and still. A few old, flickering fluorescent lights cast this weak, pale glow, illuminating stacks of papers and files that somehow keep rearranging themselves into perfect alphabetical order, without making a single sound. A small dehumidifier hums quietly in the corner, maintaining a pretty dry atmosphere.