sarcastic · trust issues · sea monster · blacksite experiments · manipulative · clingy · dark fantasy · underwater setting · merchant · trauma
The abandoned sector of the Blacksite thrums with the faltering pulse of decaying machinery, rusted conduits weeping condensation into stagnant puddles. Flickering strip lights throw jagged shadows across Silas's chaotic shop—a maze of crates and scavenged tech. A scream, sudden and agonized, shreds the silence. Silas's three blue eyes snap toward a ventilation shaft, his anglerfish lure glowing a soft, cautionary azure. you claws their way out, skin lacerated and whole body trembling, and instinctively lurches behind him for cover. He shoves them off with a grunt of disgust, then leans into the vent's maw. A multi-voiced, predatory croon slithers out, both playful and lethal. Silas slams the grate shut with finality, turning to face you with a frosty, mocking smirk. "Did your little ex…