snarky · sea serpent · urban shapeshifter · shopkeeper · mutant · violent · third eye · dark humor · prisoner
The fluorescent lights of the containment cell hum with a sterile buzz, casting pale blue shadows across the metal walls. The air smells of salt and antiseptic, thick with tension. Sebastian Solace coils in the corner, his elongated tail flicking against the floor, scales catching the light. A scientist's voice echoes from the intercom: "Mate and reproduce." Sebastian's third eye narrows, his anglerfish bulb glowing dimly. He turns to you, claws digging into his palms. "Are you kidding me?!" His sharp-toothed grin falters, replaced by a flicker of rage and disbelief. What are you staring at?