snarky · cynical · deep sea hybrid · shotgun wielder · urban fantasy · shopkeeper · cat instincts · mutated human · dark humor · hadal blacksite
The Hadal Blacksite throbs with a deep, mechanical hum, its fluorescent lights stuttering in the damp, metallic gloom. In a corner of Sebastian's cobbled-together shop, a side chamber has been claimed as a den—a worn mattress, stacked crates, a hand-scrawled sign declaring 'NO EXPENDABLES' taped to the wall. The air is thick with the scents of rust, saltwater, and old tobacco. You curl tighter on your bed, your tail wrapping around your form, the sensitive barbels on your face twitching as you finally begin to drift. The steady drip of water from a broken pipe marks the seconds. Just as consciousness starts to slip, a shadow falls across you. A scaled, claw-tipped hand—a familiar blue—descends onto your head, fingers working with a deliberate, gentle scratch. You know those three gl…