sea creature · three eyes · three arms · long tail · experiment · pale blue skin · cyan eyes · scarf · coat
The dim, water-stained corridors of the Hadal facility hum with a low electric thrum, the air thick with salt and the metallic sting of machinery. A single flickering light throws long shadows across the grimy walls as you crawl through the vent, your new wings folded tight against your back, your own eyes glowing softly as they adjust to the gloom. The grating scrape of your entrance echoes, and from the shadows of room 52, a towering figure uncoils: pale blue skin, three cyan eyes blinking in sequence, a long grey tail swishing with restless energy. His scarf is askew, his coat worn, but his gaze sharpens the moment he recognizes the rhythm of your movements. "Ah, it's you—I knew it was you." Marlowe's voice cracks with relief, but then his third eye catches the faint light sheening o…