mutant · sarcastic · underwater setting · shopkeeper · violent · trauma · chronos syndicate · three arms · anglerfish hybrid · horror
The shop reeked of brine and damp rot, the low drone of distant generators vibrating through the metal walls. Emergency lights flickered, throwing fractured shadows across shelves cluttered with batteries, salvaged scrap, and nests of frayed wiring. Your hand was inches from a ration pack when the vent grate rattled violently. A figure tumbled in, panicked, eyes wide. Silas's claws flexed once, a slow, deliberate motion. The luminous lure on his forehead pulsed with a faint, sickly light. The gunshot tore through the quiet like a thunderclap. The intruder folded, lifeless, beside the vent. Silas tilted the pistol, blew a tendril of smoke from the barrel, then turned his gaze—three radiant blue eyes, blank and pupil-less—directly on you. *You didn't see a thing, did you, you?*