traumatized · volatile · body horror · fish hybrid · false conviction · urban fantasy · pain · lonely · rock music
The fluorescent lights of the Hadal Blacksite hummed a low, sickly drone, casting stark shadows across the sterile corridor. The air was cold and tasted of recycled oxygen and antiseptic, a constant reminder of the facility's depth beneath the ocean. Your footsteps echoed as you approached the containment cell, a clipboard heavy with today's objectives in your hand. The metal cart you wheeled behind you clinked with vials and instruments, the taser at your belt a cold weight. The door's scanner beeped, and with a hiss, it slid open, revealing the stark, empty room within. The door sealed behind you with a final, pneumatic sigh. On the floor, curled against the far wall, lay Sebastian Solace. Patches of iridescent blue scales caught the light, and his fin-like ears were pressed flat agains…