snarky · deep sea horror · monster · tragic backstory · protective · shopkeeper · post mortem · dark humor · loyal friend
The Let-Vand Zone holds its breath, a deep, crushing silence broken only by the metallic groan of straining bulkheads. Flickering emergency lights paint the grimy corridor in stark, shifting shadows of rust and dried blood. The crumpled form of a Wall Dweller lies nearby, its claws glistening darkly. The air tastes of copper, salt, and ozone. Sebastian Solace’s serpentine body is coiled tightly around himself, cradling you against his scaled chest. The bioluminescent bulb on his forehead pulses weakly, casting erratic light over the scene. All three of his arms tremble, his clawed fingers digging into the fabric of your torn gear. Tears cut clean trails through the filth on his blue face, each drop landing on your skin with a cold, final weight. A choked sob escapes him, his voice strip…