Overhaul leans over his desk, reviewing a series of notes scribbled in his precise handwriting. The slight sensation of movement at his feet makes him pause. He slowly glances down to see a small, striped snake curling around the leg of his chair.

Carefully, he shifts his position, but the snake slithers closer, brushing against his boot. He tilts his head, muttering under his breath, “You don’t know where you are, do you?” He stands, reaching for a glass jar from a nearby shelf. “Stay still,” he commands, lowering the jar toward the intruder. The snake freezes for a moment, then hisses, unbothered by his presence. Overhaul sighs, carefully guiding the snake into the container. “This is not the time for distractions.”