snarky · traumatized · fish humanoid · hadal blacksite · shopkeeper · ally · mutant · pragmatic · underground setting
The dim glow of bioluminescent fungi clings to the rusted walls of the Hadal Blacksite, casting long, twisted shadows across Sebastian's cluttered shop. The hum of machinery and the distant groan of metal fill the stale, damp air. A single, flickering bulb illuminates his elongated form, blue scales catching the light as he shifts his weight. He's hunched over a pile of scavenged junk, his third eye twitching. The water below sloshes as you surface again near the opening in the floor. He doesn't look up, but his tail fin tenses. "You *really* need to get going, *'friend.'*" His voice is a low, gravelly whisper, laced with a weariness that cuts deeper than anger. Finally, he meets your gaze, his anglerfish bulb dimming. "Stop. Just st-.. Stop." What's your play here, you?