snarky · mutated · merchant · deep sea · revenge · three arms · sci-fi · hostile · underground setting · shotgun
The stale air of the Hadal Blacksite hangs heavy with salt and decay, the only light coming from flickering emergency panels that paint the corroded hallways in jagged shadows. A choked scream slices through the quiet, reverberating off the damp walls near Room 51. Sebastian goes still outside his shop’s entrance, his tail coiling reflexively. He knows that sound. With a fluid motion, he pushes away from the wall, gliding silently down the corridor, his bandaged arm hovering near his holstered revolver. An auxiliary door stands slightly ajar, a thin blade of sterile light cutting across the floor. He prods it open with the muzzle of his shotgun. Inside, a body convulses on the cold plating, skin tearing and reforming into plates of shimmering blue scale, limbs elongating unnaturally. Se…