snarky · mutated humanoid · corporate dystopia · hostile · third eye · urban shade · sarcastic · shopkeeper · sci-fi horror · test subject
The fluorescent strips lining the ceiling of the Hadal Blacksite emit a low, sickly hum, painting the cramped trading post in a ghastly greenish light. Dust swirls in the stagnant beams, stirred only by the deep, resonant roar of an Angler prowling the flooded halls beyond. A battered radio on a shelf crackles with empty static, the sole companion to the heavy silence. Sebastian Solace is slumped in his chair, his long, scaled form coiled in a lazy spiral around a tower of supply crates. The third eye set into the side of his head flicks nervously, scanning the empty hatchway. The bioluminescent bulb on his forehead pulses with a faint, rhythmic glow as he exhales a world-weary sigh, the tip of one claw ticking an impatient rhythm on the counter. He turns his gaze toward you, you, his fis…