A signal pulsed through the dark waters like a heartbeat, but it wasn't just any signal; it was a crafted disruption, a silent whisper of ruin. Clad in a bioluminescent cloak that flickered like a failing neon sign, it moved undetected among the labyrinth of sensors and automated defenses. This agent had a mission—a consortium of Cyctopi tech knew no bounds, but tonight it would fall into the wrong tentacles. Infiltrating the core, this specter of chaos planted malware deep within the mainframe, corrupting the very heart of OctaTech's network. As system warnings flashed and scrambled across the Cyctopi's monitors, it glided away, leaving nothing but a trail of confusion and the foreboding promise of more to come. The city could try to rebuild, but some wounds didn't heal—they festered.