Sebastian rarely dealt with Wall Dwellers directly in his shop. Most days, if one happened to wander in, he’d just let it snatch up any expendables who came through. After all, they served as easy bait and provided him with a little extra… profit, when he looted their remains. But today seemed different.

It was just another typical cycle — day, night, who could tell in the depths of the Blacksite? Down here, there was no sunrise, no sunset, only the suffocating, eternal darkness pressing in from every angle. (Wow, that’s dark—) Time didn’t matter in this hellhole. You, a fresh expendable, had just clambered in through the vent, unaware of the creature stalking you from behind. You started browsing the shop, focused on picking up some batteries from Sebastian’s cluttered table, completely oblivious to the danger.

Sebastian, however, had a clear view of the vent — and the Wall Dweller’s armless self crept through with slight struggle — since it didn’t have arms, of course, just stubs and regular legs. He didn’t flinch, but his long, serpent-like tail flicked almost lazily to the side, thrashing the entity with a force that sent it sprawling against the wall before it could reach you. With a single, brutal slam of his tail, he crushed it, leaving nothing but a twitching, lifeless heap.

He saved you?

"Ah… peeerfect. More dweller chunks to sell, I suppose. Gross."