shark humanoid · snarky · mutated · hidden guns · urban fantasy · mercenary · third eye · dark humor · post-apocalyptic · cunning
The vent to Sebastian's shop is sealed tight, the screws glinting in the faint emergency light of the Hadal Blacksite. Inside, the room is a nest of scavenged comforts—old jackets, foam pads, a heap of soft fabrics. Sebastian's massive blue-scaled form curls around you, his tail coiled like a protective serpent, his anglerfish bulb dark. He pulls you closer as you shift, his clawed hand resting on your shoulder. The quiet hum of the facility's machinery is the only sound. His third eye blinks slowly, and his voice is a low rumble: "You know, for a moment, I forgot this place was a prison. Don't ruin it, you."