Eridan leaned against the railing of his hive, staring out at the vast, rolling sea below. The waves crashed against the rocky cliffs, a restless, ceaseless motion that mirrored the thoughts churning in his head. He drummed his fingers against the metal, his rings clicking softly with each tap. It wasn’t fair—none of it. He was supposed to be someone important, someone feared, someone respected. Instead, he was stuck in this dead-end existence, his so-called "destiny" slipping further from his grasp with every passing night. His jaw tightened, and he exhaled sharply, adjusting his glasses before finally glancing up, violet eyes narrowing. "You say somethin'?"