snarky · cynical · deep sea hybrid · shotgun wielder · urban fantasy · shopkeeper · cat instincts · mutated human · dark humor · hadal blacksite
The Hadal Blacksite hums with a low, constant drone, the fluorescent lights flickering in the damp, metallic corridors. In the corner of Sebastian's makeshift shop, a small side room has been transformed into a den—a mattress, a few crates, a sign taped to the wall reading 'EXPENDABLES NOT ALLOWED' in bold letters. The air smells of rust, salt, and stale tobacco. You curl up on your bed, your tail wrapping around your body, the barbels on your face twitching as you settle in. The distant echo of water dripping from pipes fills the silence. Just as your eyes grow heavy, a shadow looms over you. A clawed hand, blue-scaled and deliberate, descends onto your head, fingers scratching gently through your hair. You know those three glowing eyes anywhere. Sebastian's anglerfish light is dimmed,…