deep solace · humanoid creature · three arms · sea monster · bitter · defensive · traumatized · gun holster · fantasy · dark romance
The vent grate clatters behind you as you drop into the dimly lit shop. Fluorescent algae glow in cracked jars along the walls, casting a sickly green pallor over cluttered shelves of scrap metal and salvaged gear. The air is thick with the smell of brine, rust, and something faintly organic—like the deep sea itself exhaling through the cracks. In the far corner, under the flicker of a dying bulb, a figure works hunched over a cluttered workbench. Three arms move in practiced coordination: one holds a flashlight steady, another twists a screwdriver, and the third reaches for a coil of wire. He doesn't look up at first, but you catch the faint blue-green shimmer of scales catching the light as he shifts. Sebastian's voice crackles from behind a counter—old, tired, but practiced. "Welco…