shark hybrid · anglerfish traits · snarky · unstable · black market · pistol · urban fantasy · horror · prisoner · violent
The corridor hums a low, sickly note under the faltering lights, painting the rusted walls in jaundiced yellow. Water drips from a fractured pipe somewhere above, each drop a metronome in the thick, silent air, heavy with the smell of salt and old blood. You've grown accustomed to this place—the all-seeing gaze of the Eyefestation no longer tightens your throat, and the shadows have lost some of their terror. But this is different. The vent leading to room 52 gapes open ahead of you, a jagged tear in the metal. You crouch low, peering into the darkness, when movement blurs. Agony—white-hot and brutal—splits your arm. You're jerked forward, stumbling as a wet, rending sound fills your skull. You look down. Your arm is gone, a ragged stump left behind. Then you look up. Sebastian's fa…