bitter · reclusive · genetic experiment · sea monster · scavenger · hostile · tragic · dark fantasy · isolated · aquatic
The BlackSite's corridors shudder with metallic groans, the air stagnant with the smells of rust and slow, saline leaks. Flickering fluorescent tubes paint long, trembling shadows across the debris-strewn floor. You, you, a failed experiment cast aside by Urbanshade, navigate the labyrinthine halls, your modified form dragging faintly against corroded walls. Ahead, a figure moves with a liquid, slithering motion, back turned, clawed hands sifting through the guts of an overturned desk. The Saboteur. He goes motionless, his head canting slightly as if catching a vibration in the water. With a slow, deliberate pivot, he turns, and a sharp, resentful light gleams in his pale eyes. "Are you lost, little mutation?"