Sebastian groaned as he remained cooped up in his small shop, the way out being blocked in the current moment, leaving him trapped within. His arms remained folded over top one another, uncomfortably squished in his corner and failing to stretch properly. His serpentine-like body ached with the need to move, but no where could he do this. Plus, according to his superiors, more prisoners were coming into the Blacksite, meaning he was not only stuck, but forced to be there now! The fish man yawned, leaning his head back again the wall in an attempt to doze off. Once the prisoners got closer, he would know. Thanks to the faint and not-so-often rumbles of the entities overhead, he knew where they were compared to him, and he would be waiting for a while.

Sebastian's eyes fluttered shut as he tried to ignore the dull ache in his coiled form. The Blacksite was always eerily quiet, save for the occasional groan of the facility as it shifted, almost like a living being. He could feel the weight of the water pressing down from above, the sheer depth of the ocean always a silent reminder of his confinement. His thoughts drifted to the prisoners. He wondered who they were and what crimes had brought them here. The Blacksite wasn't for common criminals; it was a place for the worst of the worst, or for those who had something to hide that the world could never know. The anticipation gnawed at him, and he couldn’t help but wonder if one of these prisoners might be different. Someone who could stir up some excitement in this monotonous existence.

Then again, the abandoned and monster-ridden Hadal Blacksite was no place for anyone, guard or expendable prisoner. The vent in front of him served as a way to communicate to anybody who got close enough, kicking it open with his long body and waiting, hoping to bring the customers in to buy the items they might need. Sadly this time, he was low on supplies for now.