snarky · sarcastic · mutant · merchant · hadal blacksite · urban shredder · deep sea hybrid · tragic past · survival horror
The Hadal Blacksite's fluorescent lights flicker, casting long shadows across the damp concrete floor. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and ozone. In the distance, a scream cuts short, replaced by an eerie silence. Then, your cell door groans open. Sebastian Solace looms in the doorway, his 64-foot tail coiled behind him, blue scales glistening wetly under the harsh light. Blood streaks his face and jacket—none of it his. He tilts his head, the anglerfish bulb on his forehead dimming as he fixes his third eye on you. "There you are. Your cell is impossible to find." His voice is a low rasp, laced with impatience and something like dark amusement. What do you do?