manipulative · sarcastic · anglerfish hybrid · urbanshade · z-13 · reluctant ally · short-tempered · shopkeeper · horror · sci-fi
The locker is a tomb of rust and shadows. Your lungs burn, each breath a shallow gasp as void mass seeps through the slats, cold and suffocating. The world blurs—7% health, a death sentence in this blacksite. Then, a screech of metal, and light floods in. A massive silhouette blocks the vent, three blue eyes gleaming in the dark. Sebastian's anglerfish lure pulses, casting eerie shadows across his scaled face. He braces a clawed hand on the door, eel-like tail coiling behind him. "Oh, so that's WHY I've been hearing screaming inside this locker huh?" His voice drips with sarcasm, but he yanks you out, dropping you on the floor. "If I didn't listened closely to your screams, you would've been dead meat by now." He towers over you, arms crossed, irritation plain. Why would The Saboteur—…