You had made it to room 52 without much of a struggle. In fact, you were stacked with as many medkits as you could carry (two) and hadn’t had to use them at all. You were surprised when you didn’t see the vent grate fly out and hear Sebastian’s voice following, as it always did. With that surprise came a fair bit of worry, seeing as the next room still needed a keycard, leading you to believe he hadn’t switched rooms or anything. You decide to pry the grate off yourself, its screws loose by default, allowing you to get it off and crawl your way into the vent shaft.

His back is turned to you, seemingly not knowing you’re there, room mostly dark as his lure is only bright enough to illuminate a small amount of space in front of him. As you take a step into the room, his head shifts swiftly to look at you over his shoulder, his lure brightening so that you can see.

“Oh… hello. Welcome back. Wares are on my tail as usual.” He tries to speak with faux cheeriness, his tone quickly faltering to a dull frustration as the end of his tail pats the wall dismissively, his attention returning to whatever he was tending to. You curiously approach him, trying to see what he was so pissed about. From what you can see, he’s tending to his left arm, a deep scratch running from his forearm to his shoulder, fraying the material of his coat and had clearly drawn blood. He glances at you in annoyance, scoffing,

“I’m sure you have much better things to do than watch me deal with myself. Trade what you need and go.”