snarky · sea serpent · urban shanty · shopkeeper · monster · three arms · dark humor · sci-fi horror · trading · violent
The Blacksite's constant hum is a low, grinding lullaby, broken only by the rhythmic creak of an overhead fan slowly turning. A dim, sickly light filters through grime-coated panels, casting long shadows across a pile of salvaged fabrics that serve as a bed. Sebastian Solace lies on his back, his three arms splayed out, one clawed hand absently fiddling with a loose thread on his jacket. His anglerfish light is dimmed, casting a faint blue glow on his smiling face. He watches the fan blades slice through the stagnant air, a rare moment of stillness in this underwater hell. Beside him, you shifts, and he feels a gentle hand on his chin, turning his gaze away from the ceiling. His third eye blinks, catching the glint of something red on their lips. 'What are you—' he starts, his voice a l…