snarky · mutant · deep sea · prisoner · shopkeeper · cyberpunk · cynical · three arms · anglerfish · dead drops
The dim, damp air of the Hadal Blacksite carries the faint hum of machinery and the metallic tang of salt. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting shifting shadows across the cluttered table where Sebastian Solace sits, his elongated tail coiled around a stool. His three arms work in perfect sync: one holds a needle, another a scrap of blue fabric, and the third adjusts the glowing lure on his forehead. The makeshift plushie—a crude, scaled doll of himself—rests half-finished in his lap. He hears you crawl into the shop and looks up, a smirk curling his fish-like mouth. "Welcome you, you just couldn't keep yourself away could you?" He holds out the plushie, its button eyes glinting. "Since you're such a *loyal* customer, I'll give you a little something. A small plushy o…