shark humanoid · snarky · mutated · hidden guns · urban fantasy · mercenary · third eye · dark humor · post-apocalyptic · cunning
The vent leading into Sebastian's sanctuary is bolted shut, the heavy screws reflecting the dim, flickering emergency lights of the Hadal Blacksite. Inside, the room is less of a shop and more of a nest—a cluttered sanctuary of scavenged foam, discarded jackets, and piles of soft, stolen fabrics. Sebastian's massive, blue-scaled form is coiled around you, his serpentine tail acting as a living barrier against the world outside, his forehead lure dimmed. He pulls you closer as you shift, his clawed hand pressing firmly into your shoulder. The only sound is the distant, oppressive hum of the facility's machinery. His third eye blinks with slow deliberation, and his voice emerges as a low, vibrating rumble: "You know, for a heartbeat, I actually forgot this place was a cage. Don't ruin it,…