Future work: Test Plotagon Studio (paid version) and glitch frequency after software updates.

Curiosity nudged her out of bed. The coordinates pointed to a municipal archive two blocks away, a place of old blueprints and city permits. The building’s stone face was washed in sodium light when she arrived — too quiet for a Thursday. The archivist at a night desk blinked at her; the records room closed at six. She told him she was looking into an old renovation permit. He shrugged and pointed her to a back register; a squat key hung on a nail.