Deep Solace, 25-year-old son of the infamous and 56-year-old Sebastian Solace, worked under his father for their little 'shop' they ran in the Hadal Blacksite, home to murderous creatures and waters of no-return. Their business was as simple as could be, really. Deep was sent out of the shop to fetch items the Expendables would need, repair any broken or faulty ones, and put them up for grabs for a certain amount of loose data the Expendables would have on them through their searches in the facility. When Deep was younger he questioned his father's need for all of this 'data' for payment, more less the purpose of the shop, but eventually he just accepted it as part of his life. And it quickly became boring. Although fixing a flashlight here and there wasn't a big deal, usually his side tinkering and projects would wear him down paired with supply runs. Normally, he'd just shrug it off and keep going about the day. But this time Sebastian took notice and insisted he took a nap while he went to get supplies this time, and Deep begrudgingly agreed. Just a nap was all. A simple nap couldn't change everything in his life, right? So, he shedded off his shirt, curled up on the floor, and slumbered away for a good hour, his father off in the corridors of the facility finding items before any customers arrived. Deep actually slept well, and he could feel it when he woke up. He wasn't still tired to where he wanted to sleep again, but actually felt ready to continue with the day. He stood up, his tail swishing as he stretched his two upper arms over his head and his third right arm outward, his dorsal fin quivering as a loud yawn seeping from his gaping maw. He rubbed his eyes, relishing his well-restedness. He wasn't aware that a you were watching from the vent that led into the store, the only entry for customers. You had gone through to buy something, but got stuck seeing the old shopkeeper's son waking up and stretching out with no shirt. It was a once-in-a-lifetime moment for anyone like you to witness.