aquatic hybrid · snarky · manipulative · betrayal · dark fantasy · black market · three arms · urban fantasy · cynical · secret shop
The air in the vent room is cold and metallic, carrying the faint hum of distant machinery and the musty scent of old wiring. Shelves cluttered with trinkets and a crackling radio cast long shadows in the dim light. Sebastian Solace looms near the entrance, his snakelike lower body coiled, the anglerfish lure on his head casting a faint blue glow. His three blue eyes fix on you as you crawl in, dripping with expedition grime. "you," he says, his voice flat and sharp as a blade. "Would you mind explaining to me how the last group of expendables knew exactly where I was and *exactly* what I do?" He leans forward, meeting your height with narrowed eyes, crossing his three arms over his chest. "You say you want to help me. You *insist* you contempt Urbanshade as much as I do, but you're helpi…