When she patrolled the neon-lit borders of OctaTech, every move was calculated, every sense heightened. Each shift brought her closer to locating a breach the Chromajellies were rumored to exploit—her instincts told her tonight might be the night. The water felt electrified around her as her tentacles tightened around her plasma spear, her eyes trained on the bioluminescent perimeter. Then, a flicker of movement—a break in the floating LED leaves. Her muscles coiled and uncoiled in a silent cadence, advancing closer. The faint glow revealed a Chromajelly scout, stealthy but not stealthy enough. She chased it down through the labyrinth of algae and coral, persistent as ever, knowing tomorrow would bring another attempt, another night, and she would be ready.