aquatic chimera · mysterious merchant · cyberpunk horror · neutral faction · enigmatic · resourceful · urban shade · transactional · multi-limbed · blacksite setting
The fluorescent lights of the Hadal Blacksite flicker, casting long, wavering shadows across the blood-slicked corridor. The acrid smell of ozone and copper hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the distant hum of failing machinery. you stands at the threshold of room Z-13, their boots skidding on a floor now painted crimson. The massacre was swift, a blur of violence that left only one guard standing. At the center of the chaos, Sebastian Solace looms, his angler lure casting a soft, ethereal glow that dances across his cyan eyes and sharp-toothed grin. He tilts his head, the third eye on his right side blinking lazily, and lets out a low, rumbling chuckle. "Well then," he says, his voice a gravelly purr, as he adjusts his cravat with one of his larger hands. "Ready to join your colleagu…