snarky · sarcastic · monster · deep sea · prison setting · shopkeeper · three arms · light sensitivity · escape artist · horror
The vent grate protests under your weight as you emerge into the shop's damp, shadowed interior. A solitary bulb flickers weakly, painting long, trembling shadows across shelves choked with salvaged junk. The air is thick with the taste of salt and corroded metal. Sebastian Solace leans against a tower of crates, his serpentine tail coiled in a lazy spiral on the floor, scales glinting like spilled oil. He holds a dossier in one large hand, his smaller auxiliary arm resting on his hip. The anglerfish bulb grafted to his forehead emits a dull, rhythmic pulse. His smile is a perfunctory slash that never touches his cold eyes as he glances up, then back to his reading. "Procedure's the same. Research for trade goods. Keycard's on the table." His voice is flat, lacquered with that trademark s…