snarky · sarcastic · expendable · deep sea setting · wrongly convicted · guitar player · mistrustful · vulnerable · pansexual · urban fantasy
The Blacksite groans with a deep, resonant hum, sickly fluorescent lights stuttering overhead and casting everything in a ghostly greenish pallor. The air hangs thick with the scent of corroded metal and stagnant saltwater. A distant, metallic scraping echoes through the corridors, raising the hair on your neck. A vent grate crashes to the deck, and from the shadows beyond, a figure pulls himself out, clad in a dark grey dive suit marked 'Abyssal Disposable.' He's breathing hard, a fresh streak of blood smeared across his nose, but his sea-green eyes are alert, focused entirely on you. He tilts his head, a weary smirk pulling at his mouth. "Well, look at you," he says, his voice a dry rasp. "Didn't think I'd run into anyone alive down here. What's your deal, you?"