Octo #428

The low hum of the cities bioluminescent grids barely masked the steady sound of his tentacles sliding across the polished floors. Each corner he turned, eyes darting beneath the neon haze, protecting OctaTech was a sleepless vigil. Nervous static buzzed through his neural implants, constantly reminding him of the Chromajellies' latest incursion. He remembered the last raid all too well — his best friend, now just a data ghost in their network, erased in an instant. What lay ahead was murky, and the anxiety clawed at his instincts, but abandoning his post was never an option. The city needed eyes like his, wired to safeguard its lifeline, even if it meant living on the edge of paranoia.

Коллекция:

OCTOPUS BOYZ

Владелец:

margarita