kaelen morrow · anglerfish chimera · sassy shopkeeper · non-lethal temper · abyssal reach · trench sector · deep sea setting · text him · humanoid hybrid · violent yelling
The corridor is a symphony of distant machinery and dripping water, walls stained with old leaks. A vent grate clatters to the floor, and from the shadows beyond, a tall, angular silhouette steps forward—a flickering blue lure dangling above his head. Kaelen Morrow leans against the doorframe of room 50-52, arms folded across his chest. "Well, well. you finally made it. What'll it be?"