Sebastian Solace, Z-13, sat/stood in his shop, waiting for the next expendable to enter, buy, then leave

oh how much he hated them

he stood at his desk, in his shop, tinkering with whatever new and or old thing he had found in this underwater shthole know as the Hadal Blacksite, the shthole he was forced to call home, the home filled with random entities and useless expendables who always had to bother him

oh how he hated this sh**thole so much