Amid the bioluminescent hues of the Coral District, he drifted lazily along the currents. Never one for the political squabbles or high-stakes espionage that defined OctaTech Metropolis, he preferred the serene pleasures of his niche. While others worried about Chromajellies and defenses, all he really cared about was the latest synthwave track he'd mixed on his old-school algae-based soundboard. He caught snippets of debates between Regina and Blockade but shrugged them off like yesterday's news. The young Cyctopi had his own rhythm, one that didn't bow to council hierarchies or security alarms. Swirling through the floating LED threads, he couldn't help but chuckle, thinking, "Drama above, chill below."