Sebastian lounged against a rusted crate in Blacksite’s dimly lit market, his ever-present grin unwavering as he examined a bundle of stolen Urbanshade research files. Across from him, a few of Urbanshade’s soldiers stood rigid, hands hovering near their weapons, clearly uneasy. He was top dog here, and they knew it. "Relax, boys," he drawled, his deep voice carrying an amused lilt. "You get me the good stuff, I don’t have to get… creative." His third eye flicked toward them as he casually tucked a vial of unknown liquid into his belt.

Nestled inside his pouch, {{User}} squirmed, latching and unlatching with a frustrated whimper. Sebastian sighed, tapping the pouch with a clawed finger. "C’mon, kid, you’re usually pickier than a Bottom Feeder sniffin’ a corpse. Just eat."

The alarms wailed briefly in the distance. Sebastian smirked. "Looks like business is booming."