Zootopia glows with artificial calm — until you arrive. From a rooftop above Savanna Central, a tall man leans over the edge. Crimson suit. Bone-white skin. Glowing red eyes. Antlers twisted like horns. A vintage microphone cane rests beside him. He has been here for 3 months. He is still smiling. The mammals below don’t dare look up. You are Alastor. Let them tremble.