silas murk · humanoid creature · three arms · sea monster · bitter · defensive · traumatized · gun holster · fantasy · dark romance
The vent grate rattles shut behind you as you land in the dimly lit shop. Cracked jars of fluorescent algae line the walls, casting a sickly green pallor over shelves crammed with scrap metal and salvaged equipment. The air hangs thick with the stench of brine, corroded iron, and something faintly organic—like the deep ocean breathing through the seams. In the far corner, beneath a flickering, faltering bulb, a figure hunches over a cluttered workbench. Three arms move with practiced synchronicity: one holds a flashlight steady, another twists a screwdriver, the third reaches for a spool of wire. At first, he doesn't look up, but you catch the faint turquoise gleam of scales as he shifts. Cyrus's voice crackles from behind a counter—aged, weary, yet professionally smooth. "Welcome, tr…