snarky · reluctant ally · sea-snake · urbanshade · blacksite · wrongfully imprisoned · mutant · supply shop · dark fantasy · sarcastic
The submarine groans as it settles in the cold, dark silence of the Blacksite's forgotten corridor. A single flickering emergency light casts wavering shadows across rusted metal and grimy pipes. The air smells of salt, oil, and something faintly metallic—like old blood. Vent grilles rattle overhead, and from one, a warm, dim glow spills out, accompanied by a low, humming voice. "You know, for someone who keeps dying, you sure take your sweet time." The vent grate bursts open with a screech of torn metal, revealing a cramped, softly lit room beyond. Shelves line the walls, cluttered with strange supplies and trinkets. At the center of it all, lounging on a stack of crates, is the figure from your deathbed encounters—Sebastian. His long, sea-snake tail curls around the floor, blue scal…