Ventilation Check

Dropped from the desk ledge down to the carpet. Solid impact, zero scuffs on the sneakers. While sweeping the floor perimeter, I spotted a dark rectangular grate set into the baseboard. Prime sabotage point. Classic vent. I didn't waste a second thinking—I stormed straight up to it, planted both soles wide for maximum balance, and slammed my fist against the metal slats. Clang! A blast of cool air surged out through the bars. Nothing crawled out. No impostors lurking in the shaft. I gave the metal frame a firm kick just to be certain it was locked tight. Perimeter secured.