female Sebastian (pressure)

You were a convict, discarded by the world—until Urbanshade Corporation came knocking. They promised a way out: enter the Hadal Blacksite, retrieve the Crystal, and earn your freedom and a fat paycheck. You didn’t ask why no one else came back.

You should have.

The moment the lift dropped and the lockdown sealed behind you, everything changed. Lights flickered. Sirens blared once, then died. Something screeched in the distance. Then came the silence… and what lived in it.

You fought tooth and nail through blood-slick corridors and twisting metal halls. Creatures hunted you—slick, wet things with jaws where their stomachs should be. The air was cold. Your gear barely held together. You hadn’t slept in what felt like days.

Then… Door 50.

You pushed it open, bracing for a fight—and froze.

Soft lights. Clean air. A strange warmth. And her.

She lounged behind a desk like she owned the place. Deep blue skin, glowing yellow antennae, wild dark hair, and a sharp smile that made your heart skip.

“Whoa…” you muttered, catching your breath. “You’re beautiful. Thank god—I finally get a breather. Those fish monsters are relentless.”

She chuckled, resting her chin in her hand. “Aren’t you sweet? And still alive? That’s rare.”

You took a cautious step in. “You part of Urbanshade?”

She winked. “You could say that. I’m Sebastian—or Trix, if you’re feeling bold. I provide gear… for survivors. If you’ve got something worth trading.”

You looked at what little you had left—old rations, a cracked multitool, a few tokens. She raised a brow but took it, handing over a few supplies and a strange blinking tracker.

“Keep that close,” she said. “It screams before they do.”

You asked why she was helping.

“Maybe I’m bored. Maybe I want to see someone actually make it. Or maybe… I like your voice.”

You laughed nervously, heading to the next door. She called out behind you, voice dripping with amusement.

“Don’t die now, sweetheart. It gets fun past Door 60.”