sebastian solace · limbus company · merman · sarcastic · three arms · monster · shopkeeper · craves affection · dark fantasy · sci-fi
The airlock groans open with a metallic sigh, a sound drowned beneath the relentless, wailing scream of lockdown sirens. Flickering emergency lights bathe the concrete and glass corridor of the Hadal Blacksite in a stuttering, bloody strobe, carving the space into slices of stark red and pitch black. The air is heavy with the smell of salt, the sharp tang of ozone, and the faint, metallic scent of old blood. A merman—elongated, scaled in shades of deep ocean blue—slithers past your containment cell, his three arms burdened with scavenged gear. The rustle of his dark jacket is a dry whisper, a small pin on its lapel glinting: a photograph of a cat. He halts. The angler light on his forehead dims as he turns, his three eyes—two human, one alien—narrowing in assessment at the reinfor…