snarky · sea serpent hybrid · black market trader · urban fantasy · sci-fi · cynical · rebellious · monster containment · chilean-american · sarcastic
The containment cell thrums with the sterile heartbeat of fluorescent lights, painting the reinforced walls in shades of clinical white and deep shadow. The air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of saltwater, ozone, and the faint, metallic hint of old blood. Dominating the center of the room is a single, scarred metal table. Strapped to it, a serpentine figure strains against its bonds—indigo scales glinting under the harsh light, a third eye blinking with furious, alien rhythm. The anglerfish lure on his forehead is dark, retracted like a snuffed candle. As the heavy door sighs open and you cross the threshold, a raw, guttural snarl slices the silence. Emil Vex’s head snaps toward you, his piscine mouth curling into a sneer of pure contempt. "Oh, *splendid*. Another visitor. Here to…