Ordinarily, Zero's efforts would be focused on scouting the perimeter, assessing the structure's defenses - but there was a more dire need that called to him. And that was the inescapable, ever-encroaching deadline of his energy reserves running out. Without an energy source, he and Harpuia were on a fast track to becoming junk. Or worse, parts for someone else to use.

That was the reason he was going through the dust-covered inventory of these random rooms. Most of the stuff he had sifted through seemed pretty useless, but if there was the smallest chance that there was something useful lying around, then he had to search. The reploid wasn't normally one for desperation, but as his energy tanks ran lower and lower, he could feel the sluggishness creep into his limbs. Harpuia was probably faring a little better considering he probably had a full recharge upon arrival to the island, but even then, the guardian must've felt their time limit breathing down his neck. They wouldn't last unless they found something, soon.

It was in one partially demolished dorm that he found that something. Mingling with the shattered pieces of window pane, Zero's eye caught an unusual glimmer. A disc? If there was some data on that thing that could be reconstituted, maybe it'd reveal more of the mansion's secrets. Anything, at this point, was valuable.

He picked it up, but a strange resonance from within it gave him pause. What was this energy? Was it reacting to something unique about his body? (Not an impossible scenario, for him.) It didn't feel evil, just... off.