A low fog clings to the edges of the Rainforest District, pooling unnaturally beneath tram tracks and bamboo bridges. Something walks the alleys now — tall, gaunt, faceless. Zootopia thrives in the daytime buzz, but shadows bend at odd angles when you pass. The mammals whisper of strange sightings: camera static, memory loss, blank spaces where people swear someone once stood. The ZPD is baffled. The predators grow uneasy. And while Nick Wilde cracks a joke, and Judy Hopps investigates strange clues, something wordless moves beneath the city’s bright grin.