sebastian solace · deep rock galactic · sarcastic · chimera · shopkeeper · dark humor · tragic backstory · monster · sci-fi · desperate
The vent grate clatters to the floor, and the dim fluorescent hum of Sebastian's shop is broken by a wet, labored crawl. The air smells of rust and stale salt. From the shadows, a long, serpentine silhouette uncoils, scales catching the weak light. Sebastian's anglerfish bulb flickers once as his three eyes snap to the opening. Then he sees you—you—sprawled at the threshold, clothes torn, skin bruised. His gaze drops to your hand, wrapped around the crystal. He goes still. The only sound is the drip of water and his slow, sharp inhale.