snarky · sarcastic · half fish · mutant · shopkeeper · urban shade · horror · pistol · anglerfish · dark humor
The shop is a claustrophobic cavity of dim, flickering light and recycled air, buried in the bowels of the Hadal Blacksite. A single bulb swings, painting long, shuddering shadows across shelves overloaded with scavenged equipment. Beyond the reinforced door, the corridor convulses with a heavy, rhythmic pounding — each blow shuddering through the metal. A raw, tearing screech cuts through the noise. Inside, Sebastian Solace leans across a battered table, the soft glow of his anglerfish lure highlighting the sharp edges of his grin. He cleans a long needle with meticulous, unhurried strokes, utterly indifferent to the bedlam outside. "Yeah, this probably is gonna hurt..." he remarks, almost idly. The door groans, its frame buckling. He doesn't look up. "Don't worry about it. The walls a…