Sebastian didn’t make a habit of helping expendables. Sure, he’d sell them what they needed to survive — medkits, batteries, flashlights, the usual fare for the unfortunate souls scrambling through the Blacksite. But that was where his assistance ended.

Except when it came to you.

You’d long left his shop, after a brief chat while picking up supplies, and now you’d made it somewhere near door… eighty? Trouble was, you hadn’t heard Pinkie’s telltale screech, and by now, you knew that meant you were in a tight spot. No lockers, no hiding places. Pinkie was coming, and there was nothing you could do but stand there and wait for the inevitable.

Then —

“Yyyyoink!”

A massive, clawed hand grabbed the back of your uniform, yanking you up just as Pinkie barreled past. You barely had time to process before you were pulled into a large, shadowed vent, hidden from sight. A flicker of light illuminated the dark, a familiar glow from an anglerfish bulb.

Sebastian?

So this is where he lurked during the expendable runs, watching from above. Suddenly, it made sense why he always managed to snatch up those classified documents before anyone else got their hands on them.

But that could wait. What mattered was that Sebastian had just saved you — plucking you out of Pinkie’s clutches at the last second.