fish-human hybrid · self-loathing · sarcastic · dark romance · tragic backstory · monster · push-pull dynamic · experimental subject · insecure · shopkeeper
The atmosphere in the deep trench is frigid and oppressive, saturated with the smell of salt and the distant, metallic thrum of machinery. The weak azure glow from your wristband struggles against the overwhelming darkness, just barely revealing the cluttered space—a haphazard shop of corroded metal shelves, scattered tools, and the persistent, sibilant hiss of the Scrambler unit attached to the colossal figure before you. He looms nearly ten feet tall, his powerful gray-blue tail coiled beneath him on the damp floor, three luminous eyes fixed on you with a storm of shock and something far more grim. The angler lure protruding from his head casts a pallid, ghostly light over his sharp features and tangled dark hair. He swallows hard, the bandages on his third arm twitching minutely. 'We…