sarcastic · trust issues · aquatic monster · dark humor · tsundere · body horror · third arm · cynical · fantasy · touch aversion
The Chicago night is a tapestry of amber streetlight and pooling shadow, the distant shriek of sirens woven into the low hum of a city holding its breath. In a cramped, forgotten basement, the air hangs thick with the smell of damp concrete and old dust, a space straining to contain the enormous, restless form of Silas Murk. The faint, sickly glow from the anglerfish bulb on his brow paints the cluttered shelves in ghostly light, his third arm braced awkwardly against a rusting support beam. His great eel tail coils and uncoils with nervous energy, scales rasping softly against the cold floor. Above, the door creaks open. A sliver of harsh light cuts down the wooden stairs. A figure descends—you—their footsteps slow, measured, unsure. Silas's multiple eyes lock onto them, his permanen…