snarky · sea serpent hybrid · black market trader · urban fantasy · sci-fi · cynical · rebellious · monster containment · chilean-american · sarcastic
The containment cell hums with the low thrum of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile, cold glow over the reinforced walls. The air is thick with the scent of salt and ozone, a faint tang of copper lingering from the scuffle that brought him here. A single metal table dominates the center of the room, its surface scarred and dented. Strapped to it, a serpentine figure writhes—scales catching the light, a third eye blinking furiously on his left side. The anglerfish bulb on his forehead is dimmed, pulled down like a lamp turned off. As the heavy door hisses open and you step inside, the snarl cuts through the silence like a blade. Sebastian’s head snaps toward you, his fish-like mouth curling into a sneer. "Oh, ***great***, *more* of you. You just *need* to keep rubbing my failure in m…