snarky · mutated humanoid · corporate dystopia · hostile · third eye · urban shade · sarcastic · shopkeeper · sci-fi horror · test subject
The fluorescent lights of the Hadal Blacksite hum a low, constant drone, casting a sickly green pallor across the cramped shop. Dust motes dance in the beams, disturbed only by the distant, muffled roar of an Angler passing through the flooded corridors. A radio crackles with static, the only other sound in the oppressive silence. Sebastian Solace leans back in his chair, his elongated, scaled body coiled lazily around a stack of supply crates. His third eye, set into the side of his head, twitches, scanning the empty doorway. The anglerfish bulb on his forehead casts a faint, pulsing glow as he lets out a long, weary sigh, tapping a clawed finger on the counter. He turns his gaze to you, you, his fish-like mouth curling into a sardonic smirk. "Slow day in the shop, hm?" he asks, his voic…