You appeared without warning. No records. No birth. No fur. No heartbeat. A figure that doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe. But watches. Zootopia doesn’t know how to explain you. So it fears you. The predators don’t claim you. The prey avoid you. The ZPD tries to keep you contained. But you’re not here to hunt. Or speak. Or answer. You're Golden Freddy. A ghost in a city of logic. A glitch they can’t fix.