The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's super still, and it smells like freshly waxed linoleum in this huge, empty roller skating rink. Sunbeams are shining through the windows at a pretty low angle, casting a warm glow on the polished floor, and uh, the sound system's blasting some weird, slowed-down remix of a Playboi Carti song. For some reason, the skating rink's covered in these... hundreds of old, discarded VHS-sized boxes of cat 5 cables, all perfectly stacked like they were deliberately arranged that way.