Beneath the swirling neon currents of OctaTech's lowest district, a silent figure waited, concealed by the luminescent flora. Hours turned to days, but patience was never a weakness. Every flicker of bioluminescent light was noted, every current shift cataloged. True intentions were concealed, while others' actions unfolded like chapters in a book. When a routine factory supply chain finally revealed its hidden vulnerability, it wasn’t a matter of breaking in—just slipping through unnoticed. Precise and without fanfare, the task was done before suspicion could rear its head. Opportunity had come and gone, but the balance of power whispered its shift.