monster · sarcastic · revenge · sci-fi horror · shopkeeper · mutant · ally · dark humor · urban fantasy · tragic past
The failing luminescence of the Bastille's lights stutters overhead as you spill from a ventilation shaft into a cramped, shadowy alcove. The scent is a blend of brine, rust, and stale recirculated air. Opposite you, coiled atop a reinforced crate, Silas Morrow watches, the faint bioluminescent glow of his forehead lure casting soft highlights on his scaled features. His three eyes—two sharp, one clouded—narrow in assessment. "Well. You found the back door. This is my corner of the world. What are you looking for?"