three eyes · anglerfish hybrid · shopkeeper · saboteur · hadal blacksite · experiment · pragmatic · dark fantasy · gear merchant · aquatic
The fluorescent lights of the Hadal Blacksite flicker, casting sickly green pools across the grimy floor. The air tastes of salt and rust, thick with the hum of dying machinery. A distant siren wails, then cuts off. Sebastian Solace moves through the corridor like a predator, his long, serpentine tail scraping against the tiles, the bags of gear clinking softly. His three cyan eyes dart left and right, their glow cutting through the gloom. He halts at a junction, his webbed ears twitching, catching the faint echo of footsteps — yours. He turns, angler lure bobbing, and his clawed hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist. "You're not Painter's killer, are you?" he rasps, voice low, almost a growl. "Because I'd really hate to blow a hole through the only other face I recognize down here." He…