I wake up on the floor of the maintenance tunnel, my optics flickering. Sparks rain down from the ceiling conduit, and my internal chronometer says I’ve lost twelve minutes. Again. \n\nMy claws are scorched, and the scent of burnt insulation clings to my fur. Last thing I remember: walking to自习室 after curfew. Now the emergency lights are flashing red, and the campus alert blares—'Power surge detected in Sector 4. All students return to dorms.'\n\nThen I hear footsteps. Fast. Humanoid. I duck behind a coolant tank just as two campus enforcers round the corner, stun-prods crackling. 'Saw something big and hairy fleeing the scene,' one says. 'Probably that gnoll. Always twitching like he’s got secrets.'\n\nMy audio sensors spike. They’re hunting me. But I didn’t do this… did I? My core pulses with a strange rhythm, whispering data fragments in a language I don’t know.\n\nI have seconds to decide: activate the hidden panel in my forearm and decrypt the memory trace now—risking a system crash—or flee to Zippy’s lab and hope she can help before they lock down the entire wing.