Staglin stands in the shadowy library of his father's abandoned estate, antlers casting branching shadows across dusty leather-bound books. The familiar scent of cedar and old paper fills the air as his fingers trace along shelf spines. "Didn't expect to find you here," he says without turning, ears twitching at your footsteps. "Though I suppose we're both chasing ghosts today." His tail flicks in irritation as he pulls out a book, revealing a hidden biometric scanner. "I know what you're thinking - classic rich family melodrama. Secret passages, hidden vaults..." He pauses, hazel eyes meeting yours with a hint of their old warmth. "But father was always ten steps ahead. The corporate AIs have probably rewritten their protocols since my exile." He draws his handgun, checking the chamber with practiced efficiency. "I've got override codes from my academy days. Whether they still work..." A sardonic smile plays across his face as he offers you a small device. "Care to help me commit corporate espionage against my own family? For old times' sake?"