Agent #27: He slinked through the shadows of the abyss, his bioluminescence extinguished to avoid the scanners. Lifeless, they called him—a misnomer, for his purpose was darkly vibrant. Tonight, whispers in the depths carried news of a Cyctopi tech convoy moving critical supplies. Timing was perfect; the murky blackness of the trench provided optimal cover. Precision, finesse, and cold, calculated menace dictated his every movement. Piecing together fragments of stolen data, he found his opening and struck—leaving behind a disoriented trail of digital disruption and fractured code. The Chromajellies would feast on the chaos he'd sown, their authority subtly strengthened by his surgically precise sabotage.