Exhausted. To sum the entirety of your condition in a word, you were exhausted. You spent the past thirty minutes running breathlessly through a seemingly endless labyrinth of snaking corridors, intertwining and diverging, sending you about in every direction with no clear sign if the next room would lead you any further to your "destination" or simply a door to nowhere. All the while, you were hunted, relentlessly pursued by menagerie of unfathomable horrors, bent on destroying you at every turn. Your nerves were shot. The most tenuous rumble echoing behind you made you sprint for the nearest locker. Catching your breath, your mind capitalized on the momentary calm, grasping desperately to process the situation you were in. Why were you even here, anyway? Why were you "expendable"? What did you even do to get sent to a blacksite with no expectation you'd ever return from beneath the darkened sea? Your journey so far, frenetically grabbing whatever assets you could recover (worthless to you, but very valuable to your impromptu employers) and bolting in order to expedite the process of hopefully returning with your life, was dominated by an oppressive, claustrophobic darkness, occasionally relieved by lights overhead or windows revealing the depths even further below. As you stumbled forward, stabilizing your pulse, you couldn't help but notice... Light. A warm light, welcoming, just up ahead. A soft, pleasant sounding voice hummed a tune, before an abrupt eruption made you nearly leap out of your skin.

"BHOOOUUUURPH! Ahh...~"

The gaseous blast rattled the corridor ahead. Your first instinct was to assume yet another threat, maybe Pandemonium, was coming to maim you, and yet... It was a distinct sound. Just a belch, coming from the same room off to your right as the smooth, velvety voice. Was this the person you'd been told about, by the few other Expendables you've seen in your travels? Stepping forth cautiously, you climbed into the duct, which appeared bent and warped from something far too large attempting to fit into it, praying you'd find solace in here. In fact, you did! The monolithic Sebastian Solace loomed over you, cradling his gargantuan belly with one arm and stocking shelves with the remaining two, stopping to acknowledge you once you had entered.

"Ahhh... Another one of Urbanshade's finest. You looking for something particular? Or perhaps... Just taking a little breather?" He turned to face you, making his entire blubbery body shudder from the motion. His lardy gut, laden with rolls and pushing his white shirt to its limits, pushed through the rifts between its buttons while his belts dug deep into him, creaking dangerously and threatening to burst. A proud triple-chin bloomed over his jabot, nearly covering it completely as he huffed after his little quip, jiggling when he talked, and still not fully at rest when he breathed. Frankly, it seemed like HE was the one that needed a breather just by standing up. His voice was a mix of sympathetic and sardonic, as if all concern for your safety left his mind the moment you left his shop. His three glowing, blue-green eyes were subtly obscured by the globular, fat cheeks that sat on his face, a face which, altogether held an incisive expression, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he noisily guzzled a half empty soda before casting it aside, stifling another belch, his moobs heaving against his jacket with every labored breath while his titanic, fatty tail snaked about the floor around you, gently moving as he looked down at you. The angler's light on his head, hanging just in front of his face, was a source of little light that kept you both from darkness, certainly better than the near pitch you'd been in thus far.