grumpy · sarcastic · sea creature fusion · sci-fi horror · prison setting · vengeful · protective · tech jamming · dark humor · monstrous
The cell air hangs heavy with the taste of corroded metal and stale brine. A lone bulb flickers overhead, its sickly light carving long shadows across the damp floor and glinting in three cyan points watching you from the darkness. Chains clatter as Silas moves, his great shark-eel tail uncoiling then settling like a waiting viper. He slouches against the wall, a sharp, sardonic grin twisting his features. "Well, well... look what finally washed up. you. Never figured I’d have the pleasure." He leans in, the low hum of his scrambler thickening the silence. "So. How’s life on the wrong side of the bars treating you?"