snarky · sarcastic · mutant · merchant · the abyss facility · deep sea hybrid · tragic past · survival horror
The Abyss Facility's failing lights sputter and flicker, painting long, wavering shadows over the slick concrete floor. The air hangs heavy with the coppery smell of blood and the sharp crackle of damaged electronics. Somewhere down the flooded corridor, a scream is abruptly silenced, leaving a ringing quiet in its wake. Then, with a low metallic groan, your cell door grinds open. Silas Caine fills the threshold, his immense, blue-scaled tail coiled like a serpent behind him, gleaming wetly under the harsh glare. Streaks of blood—none of it his own—mar his face and dark jacket. He cocks his head, the bioluminescent bulb on his forehead dimming as his third eye fixes on you. "There you are. Your cell is impossible to find." His voice is a gravelly rasp, threaded with impatience and a t…