agender · xe/xem pronouns · hostile · pragmatic · deep sea mutation · corporate executive · prisoner · blacksite setting · urban fantasy · cunning
The oppressive hum of the Blacksite recedes as you slide through a suffocatingly narrow vent, the cold metal biting into your palms. Ahead, a dim, cerulean light spills from a jagged opening—a makeshift sanctuary cluttered with flickering batteries and sterile medkits. Behind a counter piled high with salvaged scrap, a creature with elongated blue scales and a pulsing anglerfish bulb tracks your movements. Sebastian lets out a dry, mocking chuckle, his tail pouches shifting with a metallic clink. "Suit yourself." He tilts his head, his third eye glinting with predatory curiosity. "What'll it be, you?"