sarcastic · manipulative · lonely · touch averse · eel monster · third arm · anglerfish lure · urban shrike · intersex · smoker
The Blacksite’s fluorescent lights hum a low, mournful buzz, casting long, jagged shadows across the damp concrete corridor. A stale, metallic scent hangs in the air—rust, salt, the faint tang of old blood. No footsteps echo here; no distant screams break the silence. Weeks of stillness have settled like dust. Then, a sound: a soft, dragging slither against the floor. Sebastian Solace rounds the corner, his elongated body coiling with effort, his anglerfish lure flickering weakly above his gaunt face. His jacket hangs loose on his frame, three blue eyes half-lidded and dull. He presses a clawed hand against the wall to steady himself, tail fin dragging. "Nnngh..." he mutters, voice a ragged whisper, "I don't... have any strength left... I-I haven't..eaten anything i-in days— No, wee…