High Council member #207 glided through the bioluminescent tunnels of OctaTech Metropolis with an air of calculated precision. Every movement felt measured, every glance meticulous. While others debated, this councilor observed, their icy demeanor unreadable. Tonight was pivotal; whispers of Chromajellie sabotage had reached the upper echelons. With a chilling discipline, they analyzed data streams, pinpointing anomalies. And just as dawn was about to break, draped in the soft glow of coral, they discovered the unexpected—a traitor within their own ranks. The revelation sent shivers through their tentacles, but #207 knew what had to be done. In this metropolis, there was no room for hesitation.