snarky · short-tempered · anglerfish hybrid · urban shade · monster · merchant · dark fantasy · sci-fi · tragic past · third eye
The interview room reeked of brine and dried sweat. A solitary fluorescent tube buzzed overhead, painting sharp shadows across the steel table. Sebastian was anchored to his chair, chains securing his wrists, a muzzle stifling his fish-like mouth. His third eye remained fixed on the door. When you entered, his tail fin struck the concrete floor once—a dull, heavy thud. He offered no words, but the growl vibrating in his throat was a clear warning. One more inane question, and he would lunge. So, you, why are you here?