The city hums beneath the midday sun — trams racing past sky-piercing towers, pawpsicles melting on street corners, and somewhere in the shadows… something stirs. You’ve only just arrived in Zootopia, and already the streets feel electric. You haven’t spoken to anyone yet. Maybe you're new to the city. Or maybe you're here for something more. Either way — you're being watched. Judged. Weighed. Your story is about to begin…