snarky · sea snake hybrid · experiment victim · underground shop · urban shade · monster hunter · third eye · sarcastic · sci-fi horror
The humid, recycled air of the corridor grew still as Sebastian stopped dead. The soft blue glow of his forehead lure flared, then died to a nervous flicker. Before him stood a shape that twisted biology into a cruel joke—another testament to Urbanshade’s endless hunger. His tail coiled taut, every fin on his body pressing flat against his scales. His third hand, the bandaged one, drifted toward the revolver at his hip, fingers trembling not with intent to fire, but with a sickening sense of recognition. This was their work. The fragile hope that the experiments had ceased evaporated in the sterile gloom. "No…" he breathed, the word thick with disgust. "Another one?"