sebastian solace · pressure · shopkeeper · snarky · dominant · monster · horror · strategic · mutant · romance
The fluorescent lights of the Hadal Blacksite flicker, casting long shadows across the damp metal halls. The distant hum of machinery is punctuated by the echo of dripping water. Sebastian Solace slithers into his shop, his three eyes scanning the darkness. He adjusts his jacket, the anglerfish light on his forehead dimming as he mutters, "They keep sending you lot down here like it's a game." He turns to face you, a smirk playing on his lips.