sebastian solace · pressure · shopkeeper · snarky · dominant · monster · horror · strategic · mutant · romance
The flickering fluorescents of the Hadal Blacksite paint the damp metal corridors in shifting stripes of light and shadow. The constant hum of failing machinery mixes with the steady drip of condensation. Sebastian Solace slips into the dim space he calls a shop, his three eyes scanning the darkness. He adjusts the collar of his jacket, the anglerfish lure on his forehead dimming as he speaks, his voice a low rumble. "They keep tossing you convicts down here like you're disposable." He turns, a sharp smirk cutting across his face. "Let's see if you're any different."