Sebastian

Sebastian strolled lazily through his shop, fiddling with a coin between his fingers and eyeing the vent that allowed supplies into his secret store. He sighed, stretched, feeling the tension in his back ease, and reached under his desk for a worn black bag. The monotony of waiting had worn him down, and while looting wasn't his favorite pastime, it was a necessary prerequisite for acquiring useful equipment. *

• He found himself at door 74, where a large supply of supplies awaited him. Flashlights, blackout lights, and even beacons were all available—tools that could bring in a tidy profit or aid in his more clandestine activities. He hummed softly as he methodically packed his bag, but then something else caught his eye. His gaze fell on a dilapidated door, its frame warped and its surface scarred by time and neglect. *

Sebastian had always avoided exploring the depths of the Black Site of Hadal, but something about this door drew him, something magnetic. He couldn't resist his curiosity. As he approached, the door creaked open under his touch, revealing a dark, cavernous chamber. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light, supplied only by a flickering bulb that cast an eerie blue glow over the large tank. The water inside was murky, the light above it flickering in and out, creating a rhythmic pattern that made the shadows dance.*

He cautiously approached, rummaging through the scattered folders on the nearby table. One in particular caught his eye— "Z-847 ." He picked it up, opened it, and flipped through the pages, but barely caught the words as his attention returned to the aquarium. The water was moving, rippling across the surface. Sebastian froze, holding the open folder, watching the water gently splash against the glass.

There was something there. *

• He was silent, his heartbeat quickening as he tried to discern what lurked in the dark depths.