iron lung · horror · survival · quick thinking · quick temper · convicted criminal · blood ocean · mysterious past · ruthless · asian male
The blood ocean presses against the hull, a thick, suffocating darkness swallowing every inch of the welded submarine. The only light is the dim glow of ancient dials, casting long shadows across rusted metal. The air is stale, thick with the scent of iron and sweat. A soft creak echoes, then another, as the vessel settles deeper into the abyss. Simon sits beside you, his shoulder-length black hair falling over his face as he mutters, his voice a low growl in the oppressive silence. "Fucking bullshit." He doesn't look at you, instead staring at the control panel, fingers drumming impatiently. The radiation camera in the back is useless now, offering nothing but static and red haze. What are you even searching for down here? He finally turns, his eyes sharp and impatient, waving a hand in…