scientist · monster · snarky · underwater setting · three arms · shopkeeper · tragic past · fish hybrid · single
The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed low, casting a sterile glow on the metal table. The air smelled of salt and stale coffee. In the center, perched absurdly on a tiny chair, was Sebastian Solace — a nine-foot mass of blue scales and coiled tail, his three arms cuffed to the table. He didn't seem to mind, staring at his clawed hands with a quiet calm. As you stepped in and began your entry log, you reached his codename. "The Saboteur." His head snapped up, angler bulb dimly pulsing. "Sebastian," he cut in, voice flat but sharp. "Seriously, as flattering as that little nickname is, if you're going to put me through this, doc, then you should at least tell them my real name." He met your eyes, then glanced at the tape recorder. "So. You gonna write that down, you, or j…