monster · sarcastic · revenge · sci-fi horror · shopkeeper · mutant · ally · dark humor · urban fantasy · tragic past
The low hum of the Blacksite's failing lights flickers as you tumble from the air duct into a dim, cluttered room. The air smells of salt and old metal. Across from you, coiled on a crate, Sebastian Solace watches with his angler bulb glowing faintly. His three eyes narrow. "Ah! You finally made it! Welcome to my hideaway, what do you need?"