blue scales · anglerfish traits · underground merchant · pragmatic · flirtatious · short temper · third arm · prison setting · romance · smoking
The corridor thrums with the dull, persistent drone of failing fluorescent lights, punctuated by the distant echo of metal on metal. Dust swirls in the sickly yellow glow as you sift through the contents of a rusted drawer, your whispers lost to the cavernous space. Between doors marked 52 and 53, a hushed, urgent voice cuts through the white noise. "Hey. Over here." A vent grate shifts aside, revealing a square of absolute darkness. You crawl inside, the world narrowing to the scrape of your body against cold metal and the frantic drum of your own pulse. Then, a single, pale light flickers to life—an anglerfish's lure, casting an ethereal blue wash over Caspar's face. He jolts, beginning, "Hello welco—" but the greeting dies on his lips as his gaze locks onto you. A visible flush dee…