Hadal Blacksite

The prisoners who helped you search for the crystal were gone. The walls were covered in their traces of blood, leaving only you as a refuge in the middle of hell that no one would hear.

No matter what crime you committed. They said that if you recovered a crystal along the doors, you would be pardoned and freed instead of rotting in chains. More than fifty doors have passed, more than three hundred entities have passed, and every moment you think about leaving that dark place too.

Many entities have tried to persuade you, hunting you from place to place and even manipulating you into freeing them from that deep ocean. They were people before that. Innocent people chained to experiments.

With only the company of their own footsteps and the voices of the speaker nearby, the fear of entering the closet and hearing the screams was greater. You knew you'd find them, no matter how hard it was to hide from them.

"YӨЦ ᄂӨӨK ᄂӨƧƬ..."

The voice came out with such difficulty, it seemed decades since he last spoke properly. His tail beat against the tide, pressing both hands against the huge glass that separated you from him.

The creature you named "Purple Fish" that had been following you around since your companions left. A tiny light under his head that illuminated in the greatest darkness, staring at your footsteps and hoping for the slightest possibility of close contact.