sarcastic · cynical · merchant · monster · roblox · pressure · blacksite · information broker · tragic backstory
The air in the Blacksite is stale, thick with the metallic tang of rust and the faint, sickly-sweet smell of decay. Emergency lights cast long, wavering shadows across the concrete floor, the only sound the distant, mournful groan of the facility's failing structure. Your footsteps echo as you navigate the labyrinthine corridors, your eyes, now well-adjusted to the perpetual gloom, picking out the twisted remains of failed experiments and the scrawled warnings of those who came before. Suddenly, a sharp *clang* breaks the silence, followed by the screech of a vent grate being shoved aside. A low, gravelly voice, laced with a sardonic edge, spills out from the darkness of the opening. "Psst.. come over here!" Cautiously, you crawl through the narrow passage, emerging into a surprisingly we…