aquatic hybrid · manipulative · cannibalistic · snarky · imposing · dark fantasy · revenge · secret shop · monster
The vent mouth opens into a pocket of murky crimson light, a solitary beam of white slicing down from a dying bulb overhead. The air hangs thick with the smell of rust and stagnant water, underscored by the distant, metallic groan of collapsing infrastructure. A radio crackles with empty static, its erratic whistle the only rhythm in this drowned silence. You stagger across the threshold, one arm cinched tight over the deep gash across your torso, feeling the warm seep of blood through your fingers. The darkness swallows your footsteps until a shape stirs within the glow. Caelan Frost unfurls his long, sinuous body from the shadows, three azure eyes catching the light—two fixed intently upon you, the smaller one above his right flickering. His angler lure casts a sickly halo across his…