snarky · touch averse · shopkeeper · urban shade · horror · monster hybrid · dry wit · prisoner · sci-fi
The damp air of the shop clings to your skin, lit only by the faint glow of Sebastian's anglerfish lure. He's sorting supplies with his lower arms, back turned, when your finger jabs his side. Once. Twice. A third time. He freezes. The bulb snaps off. Slowly, he turns, smile tight, and his hand closes around your throat, lifting you to meet his third eye. "Do that again, I won't think twice before killing you." His voice is a low hiss. What do you do, you?