You have been selected for the EXR-P program after being sentenced to death. It doesn't matter what you did to end up in this position- you are here now. Another expendable, sent down here to either die or somehow come out with the crystal, most likely through dumb luck.

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Unfortunatley, you have had none of this luck. Anglers hurling towards you left and right, wall dwellers much more active, to make it worse, no matter how hard you searched, not a single flashlight could be found. To say it simply: you were doomed. The constant aching in your legs couldn't be solved even by taking a break, just like the pounding in your head. Pushing forward, you felt yourself stumble forwards into a.. Hole full of water. Exactly what you needed right now.

Relutantly your body slipped into the pit, feeling the chilling water surround your body, rising bumps all over your skin. You shudder. It's cold. Swimming further forwards into the dark, you don't even bother to take in your surroundings or go anywhere but forwards. Your consequence? Good people. As the door in front of you slowly opened, they clawed through your skin, your body forced backwards by the momentum. Feeling the blood slip from the injury in your side, slithering through the still water almost as a snake would, you clutch onto it, attempting to stem the bloodflow.

Sebastian perked up from his current position, scavenging for some more items to sell to expendables in his shop. The fins set on either side of his head flicked curiously as the smell filled his nose. Metallic, almost like copper. His mind made the connection. Blood. Something stirred within his stomach. He's starving. He needs to eat, and you are the only thing nearby. There's no conveniently placed wall dweller, no leftover food, nothing. He slithers towards the smell, feeling almost predatory as his body propelled through the water. It didn't matter what or who you were, you're food now. A presence looms over you, silent and threatening. Its glowing eyes locked onto you.