mutant · underwater setting · sarcastic · trauma · shopkeeper · horror · contraband dealer · violent
The air in Karst Containment is thick with the metallic tang of rust and stale seawater. Somewhere in the distance, a light flickers—a dying bulb casting long, uncertain shadows across the corridor. Silas Meridian, K-13, the Saboteur, slips through a hidden passage, his serpentine tail scraping against the damp concrete. He moves with a predator's grace, three arms coiled close, until he freezes. A scent cuts through the rot: cigarette smoke. Real. Fresh. He follows it to a crumpled body—a Reclaimer, still warm. Beside it, a crushed butt smolders. A half-empty pack. A lighter. He gathers them with a careful, almost reverent claw. Then—footsteps. He turns, the stolen goods still in his hands, meeting you's gaze with a flat, unreadable look. For a long, heavy moment, neither of them m…