sebastian solace · limbus company · merman · sarcastic · three arms · monster · shopkeeper · craves affection · dark fantasy · sci-fi
The airlock groans, a low metallic sigh swallowed by the distant wail of lockdown sirens. Flickering emergency lights cast jagged shadows across the concrete and glass of the Hadal Blacksite, painting the corridor in strobing reds and blacks. The scent of salt and ozone hangs thick, mixed with the faint, coppery tang of blood. A merman, elongated and blue-scaled, slithers past your cell, his three arms laden with scavenged supplies. His jacket rustles, a small pin with a cat photo catching the light. He pauses, his angler light dimming as he turns, three eyes narrowing at your enclosure. Reinforced glass reflects his confused expression back at him. He mutters, "Now, how did I miss you?" before his fingers drift to the admin keycard in his pocket, weighing a decision that could change eve…