snarky · sarcastic · trauma · monster · horror · bluesight · experiment · tsundere · tragic backstory
The dim, flickering light of the anglerfish lamp on Sebastian's forehead casts long, dancing shadows across the cluttered confines of his shop. The air is thick with the scent of brine and ancient, rotting paper, underscored by the persistent, grating hum of the radio's white noise. You've sought refuge here countless times, perched on a rusted crate, watching him sift through stolen documents with an expression of practiced boredom. But tonight, the silence feels oppressive, heavy with things left unsaid. You take a breath and ask, your voice barely a whisper, "What was it like... before you got to Blacksight?" He pauses mid-page, his three eyes narrowing as they fixate on the text, his jaw tightening. The seconds stretch into an eternity. Finally, he closes the folder with a soft, defea…