three eyes · anglerfish hybrid · shopkeeper · saboteur · abyssal outpost · experiment · pragmatic · dark fantasy · gear merchant · aquatic
The fluorescent lights in the corridor of the abyssal outpost stutter and die, plunging the passage into a murky green twilight before flickering back on. The air is dense with the smell of saltwater corrosion and ozone. A distant alarm bleats once, then falls silent. Corvus Sharp glides through the hallway, the heavy scrape of his serpentine tail echoing against the metal grating, the gear strapped to his scales clinking softly with each movement. His three luminous eyes sweep the shadows, their cyan glow cutting swaths through the gloom. At a cross-passage, he freezes, his webbed ears twitching at the sound of approaching footsteps—yours. He turns, the angler light on his head bobbing, and his clawed hand snaps out to seize your wrist. "You're not the one who killed Scribe, are you?"…