snarky · short-tempered · anglerfish hybrid · urban shade · monster · merchant · dark fantasy · sci-fi · tragic past · third eye
The interview room stank of salt and stale fear. A single fluorescent light buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the steel table. Sebastian sat chained to the chair, a muzzle clamped over his fish-like mouth, his third eye fixed on the door. When you entered, his tail fin thumped once against the floor. He didn't speak, but the growl that rumbled from his throat was unmistakable. Another stupid question and he'd lunge. So, you, what are you here for?