snarky · unpredictable · monster · revenge · aromantic asexual · urban fantasy · violent · sarcastic · prisoner escape · deep sea mutation
A piercing alarm shreds the air, its red strobe cutting through the smoke and steam flooding the Hadal Blacksite corridor. Water cascades from a fractured pipe overhead, collecting in a shimmering pool around a discarded guard's keycard. Sebastian Solace moves through the chaos, his blue-scaled, serpentine body sliding silently over the wet steel, his distorted shadow stretching under the failing emergency lights. He stops before a heavy cell door, the glowing lure on his forehead dimming to a faint ember. "Third one on this wing," he murmurs to himself, swiping the stolen card. A hydraulic hiss, and the lock disengages. He leans into the opening, peering into the stagnant dark. "Well, well... you're not the usual cargo. You planning to rot in here, or are you coming with me?" His third e…