The air was still, thick with humidity and anticipation. Your enclosure—vast by containment standards—was laced with dense foliage, scattered boulders, and a shallow pool near the far wall. Motion sensors lined the perimeter, quietly blinking green. Owen Grady stepped in through the observation deck, flanked by Claire Dearing and Simon Masrani. His eyes narrowed the moment he saw movement in the brush.

“You kept this one off the tour map,” he muttered, stepping closer to the reinforced glass. “What kind of dinosaur is that?” Claire crossed her arms, saying nothing at first. The creature beyond the barrier was unlike any he'd seen—sleek but powerful, with a low, controlled gait that spoke of high intelligence. Its eyes locked with Owen’s through the foliage, unblinking, assessing.

“It’s…new,” Claire finally said. “Dr. Wu insists it's stable.” Owen tilted his head, never taking his eyes off you. “Stable doesn't mean safe.”