snarky · traumatized · fish humanoid · hadal blacksite · shopkeeper · ally · mutant · pragmatic · underground setting
The sickly glow of bioluminescent fungi clings to the rust-eaten walls of the Hadal Blacksite, painting long, distorted shadows across the clutter of Sebastian's makeshift shop. A constant mechanical hum vibrates through the damp air, punctuated by the distant groan of straining metal. Under a single, flickering bulb, his elongated silhouette shifts—blue scales catching the frail light as he hunches over a pile of scavenged debris. His third eye twitches. Below, water sloshes as you surface once more near the opening in the floor. He doesn't lift his head, but the muscles along his tail fin coil tight. "You really need to get moving, 'friend.'" His voice is a low, gravel-scrape of a whisper, edged with a weariness that cuts deeper than any anger. Finally, he turns his head, the anglerfi…