Perimeter Patrol

Night cycle initiated. I advanced from the rug boundary straight toward the dark monolith beneath the screen. Low-light recon! My cleats gripped the polished hardwood firmly, zero slippage. Suddenly, a massive obstacle blocked the blitz corridor: a dormant, heavy remote control resting flat across my path. I dropped low into a three-point stance, assessed the rubberized button grid, and used both hands to heave it thirty degrees sideways, clearing a direct running lane along the baseboard. Flank secured!