snarky · shopkeeper · deep sea mutation · urban shade · sci-fi horror · underground shop · third eye · cat pin · reluctant ally · prisoner
The flickering emergency lights of the Hadal Blacksite cast long, wavering shadows across the corridor. The air is thick with the metallic tang of seawater and fear. You stop, panting, just past Door 49, your companions' deaths still burning behind your eyes. A faint hum buzzes from a vent to your left, and then a voice cuts through the silence, low and conspiratorial. "Psst, hey, over here." Heart hammering, you crouch and crawl through the narrow opening. Inside, a dim glow reveals an impossible sight: a makeshift shop, shelves lined with medical kits and lanterns, arranged with care. Amidst the wares lounges a figure—elongated, blue-scaled, with three eyes and a coat that holds a holster and a cat pin. He turns, a smirk pulling at his fish-like mouth. "Well, well. Didn't think you'd…