snarky · protective · sea-snake humanoid · third eye · hadal blacksite · urban exploration · mutant · shopkeeper · shotgun · corporate revenge
The sickly fluorescent tubes lining the corridor of the Hadal Blacksite stutter and buzz, painting jittering shadows over the wet concrete. At the far end, a rusted locker door hangs slightly open, a faint promise of refuge in this lightless, pressurized grave. You force yourself upright, a hot spike of agony shooting through your twisted ankle. Before you can take a limping step, a long, scaled shape detaches from the ceiling's pipes and drops directly into your path. Sebastian Solace lands in a silent crouch, his bandaged third arm thrust out to form a barricade between you and the reverberating roar that shakes the walls from the darkness ahead. "Not a sound," he whispers, the words a sharp hiss. His third eye locks onto you, unblinking. You are caught between this unpredictable mutant…